[Public. All of the public.]

[thesoundofblood]

I've probably fathered more children than I could count.

But I've never met a single one of them.

I regret this, sometimes.

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[thesoundofblood]

[.... Well, fuck-a-doodle-doo.]

[imwotchingyou]

Oi, mate. They make things for that. =\

[thesoundofblood]

Honey, I've been around a long time.

For a while, there wasn't things for that.

[arrowinmyheel]

That's awkward.

But look sometimes you know you won't make a good father so reaching out would seem pretty fucking pointless.

[thesoundofblood]

Just a touch.

Perhaps. Maybe I could try and see?

Or perhaps it's too late.

[Ponder, ponder, ponder.]

Well ain't this a bummer.

[omnomnomface]

If it helps, sometimes I kinda think of you as my dad.

[thesoundofblood]

[This. Just. This. He smiles down at his journal, rather touched by that and writes:]

Thank you, Trin.

You're a doll. :)