Ah, it's those urges she gets from her father. How often has he thought about getting in a car and just driving? But, no, he's got Salome, and he's too fond of her to just leave her to Susan. That's a terrible thing to do to a girl.
Speaking of terrible things to do to a girl, apparently telling her that you've found a girlfriend is on the list and nobody warned him. He watches her move like she's in a dream, listens to her give a tangential answer to his question. Then she starts up the stairs, and he gets up to watch her, lets her get all the way to the top before clearing his throat.
"Don't you need your backpack?" He plucks it up from the floor, arching a brow while he gives it a gentle swing. "If you're going to be doing your homework, I'd think this would help."
And then he follows her up the stairs, passing it over, one hand finding a firm place upon her shoulder. Sentiment. It's horrible in moments like these. Any other time, it's fine, but when he has to be understanding, gentle, empathetic, things start to be a problem because he doesn't know how to be those things outside of what he's gathered from observation He's bad at being reassuring when that reassurance isn't based on the fact that he's willing to mutilate someone to defend his little girl's honor. But this is one of those times where it seems necessary, so he squeezes her shoulder and kisses her cheekbone. "This isn't going to change anything, you know. Daddy doesn't love you any less, and we're not going to spend any less time together while you're visiting. All right?"
Then, with another little peck upon her brow, he releases her and makes his way down the stairs again. "I'll let you know when the food's here."
Hey, no meltdown, that went pretty well. Self-high-five. Now he just has to think of a present to get her and she'll maybe start to adjust. Nothing crazy, just something to show her that he's not going to be any less a part of her life.
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Date: 2012-07-29 06:46 am (UTC)Speaking of terrible things to do to a girl, apparently telling her that you've found a girlfriend is on the list and nobody warned him. He watches her move like she's in a dream, listens to her give a tangential answer to his question. Then she starts up the stairs, and he gets up to watch her, lets her get all the way to the top before clearing his throat.
"Don't you need your backpack?" He plucks it up from the floor, arching a brow while he gives it a gentle swing. "If you're going to be doing your homework, I'd think this would help."
And then he follows her up the stairs, passing it over, one hand finding a firm place upon her shoulder. Sentiment. It's horrible in moments like these. Any other time, it's fine, but when he has to be understanding, gentle, empathetic, things start to be a problem because he doesn't know how to be those things outside of what he's gathered from observation He's bad at being reassuring when that reassurance isn't based on the fact that he's willing to mutilate someone to defend his little girl's honor. But this is one of those times where it seems necessary, so he squeezes her shoulder and kisses her cheekbone. "This isn't going to change anything, you know. Daddy doesn't love you any less, and we're not going to spend any less time together while you're visiting. All right?"
Then, with another little peck upon her brow, he releases her and makes his way down the stairs again. "I'll let you know when the food's here."
Hey, no meltdown, that went pretty well. Self-high-five. Now he just has to think of a present to get her and she'll maybe start to adjust. Nothing crazy, just something to show her that he's not going to be any less a part of her life.
Hunky-dory.