He lifted his hands and worked them into his son's hair, stroking through the golden and blue strands with his rough fingers and tattooed thumbs.
"It doesn't necessarily get easier though," Darryn said after a minute more. "It really doesn't... and I don't want you to think it does and then maybe it won't and you'll resent us for not letting you know that it just gets to be that you keep going rather than you walked away from it.
"I mean..." Darryn tried to get his mind off rambling-dad and into sensible-dad. "You can't walk away from your pain, its your shadow, it's always under you. You know?"
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He lifted his hands and worked them into his son's hair, stroking through the golden and blue strands with his rough fingers and tattooed thumbs.
"It doesn't necessarily get easier though," Darryn said after a minute more. "It really doesn't... and I don't want you to think it does and then maybe it won't and you'll resent us for not letting you know that it just gets to be that you keep going rather than you walked away from it.
"I mean..." Darryn tried to get his mind off rambling-dad and into sensible-dad. "You can't walk away from your pain, its your shadow, it's always under you. You know?"