Anna just pulls him into another hug and squeezes him tight. She wants to say-- something, but she's not sure if there's anything she can say. So she just holds him.
Tears burn in the back of her eyes, horror thick in her throat.
(She wonders if her Lloyd even remembers her. Tries not to think about it.)
He's-- trying not to cry, isn't he? Fucking, of all things to inheret from his father.
She pets his hair. "Shh, shh," she tells him. "It's okay, you know? Better to let it out then bottle it up. I really don't mind."
HUG! THAT! SON!
Anna just pulls him into another hug and squeezes him tight. She wants to say-- something, but she's not sure if there's anything she can say. So she just holds him.
Tears burn in the back of her eyes, horror thick in her throat.
(She wonders if her Lloyd even remembers her. Tries not to think about it.)
He's-- trying not to cry, isn't he? Fucking, of all things to inheret from his father.
She pets his hair. "Shh, shh," she tells him. "It's okay, you know? Better to let it out then bottle it up. I really don't mind."