#tw;illness

“Go. You’re no good to me pacing the floor here. I’ll be fine. I have a competent staff and an even more competent son. I want you to go back to Leuda and take care of your life there. You can’t spend forever taking care of your old man.”

“D-Da-”

“No. I’ve humored you enough. Go back. I’ll be fine.” 

Gill wouldn’t exactly call himself, “a daddy’s boy,” but Hamilton was the last family Gill had, the last real connection he had. He’d never even considered a life without him. 

He’d be fine, Gill just had to believe that. 

He got off the boat with a long expression on his face and he stared down at the ground as he pulled his bags behind him back to the home he shared with Elli and her brother. No doubt they’d be very loud... maybe that was what he needed.