@truthlie spoke: i hate it when we fight. things friends say to each other. / send it in.
THUMB & POINTER FINGER rests at the bridge of his nose, a deep inhale to slow is heartrate. in moments like these, the similarities between his husband & their daughter fly at him with full force. an instinctual reaction to nagnagnagnag until the universe reminds him his daughter is her own person too — and tends to not enjoy a riled-up eddie as much as her father does. ( for not carrying any of their genes, nora might as well have been MADE FOR THEM. )
' i hate it too. ' he admits, deflating against the kitchen counter. but, even if it's true, he's still her FATHER, and it always comes first. especially regarding her safety. ' — but, i need to know where you're going, WHO you're with. god forbid something happens to you, nora. COMMUNICATION is all i'm asking. ' blood pressure rising at even the mention of the possibilities of what's out there. he analyzes risks for a goddamn living, can you blame him? ' i KNOW you're grown up ... & you know what you're doing. and, contrary to popular belief, i'm not trying to lock you in a tower and keep you here forever. BOTH your father and i just want to know you're safe. ' and if he mumbles not that he's skilled at telling you no under his breath, IT'S REALLY UP FOR DEBATE.
