Finding

(26) Son

Tord hated it.

To cry so pathetically in front of his own 'child.'

He hated how weak and vulnerable he had become at that moment. To even be comforted by the teen was making him feel terrible and uncomfortable since as a parent it was his duty to be the strong one. It was his job to do the comforting and be a pillar of support.

And yet, his worthless emotions had once again had gotten the better of him.

It had gotten the better of him since it made him appear so weak. But it also had gotten the better of him since the stupid display of vulnerability was able to convince Asher to come back to England with him.

So here they were now.

They were in England as he was being held by his 'son' in an embrace somewhere along the sea. The pineapple was covering the entirety of his back and was resting his head on his shoulders.

Asher had stated in a compromise that once they return to England they should at least go to the beach and watch the sea. So here they were.

Just basking in each other's presence that it made Tord think on how the sixteen-year-old pineapple had now grown to be quite the man of his own.

From his smart intellect and matured character to his now larger physique of 6 ft.2'. Tord wondered whether the pineapple cared about the changes and if he ever wondered why Tord never seemed to physically age.

It's been years since they first saw each other but Tord realized how much he was currently untouched by time. He still physically looked the same as the first time he arrived in the said time period. No wrinkle could be found on his face or any sign of aging could be sighted on his body.

He still looked like he when he was forty-four when in truth, he's now sixty-two; becoming sixty-three in the coming October month.

He wondered why Asher wasn't questioning him. That said, the silvernette could somehow understand that that thought might not be in the pineapple's mind since he is a pineapple. Asher must be thinking how the both of them were just beings beyond expectations and regularities and all that.

Sighing at the thought, Tord smiled ruefully as he was now close to his goal.

Asher's already sixteen so it wouldn't be that bad for him to leave some time later this year. He was now quite close to his goal of leaving and later on taking over his younger self's body. He already laid out a number of things which the pineapple could use when he was gone.

Asher's inheritance was already prepared to be delivered and he already had his will made. His current fortune and contacts as a Bloodfield would immediately go to the teen. He also made sure that the tropical fruit would still be guided enough with the plans and guidelines he made since it's accompanied by an intelligent and human-like android that he made that would serve as a backup guardian and confidant for the other.

So, it wouldn't be wrong to leave soon.

After all, he had already done the preparations for Asher.

Now, what's important is that he makes sure that the plans he made for himself and the preparations that he had would be of good use to him. It was all up to him now and that he makes sure to use of the timing on when he'd use his time travel device since he feels like it's pretty soon.

Closing his uncovered eye, Tord sighed and just allowed him to be swept by the flow for now. He might as well let Asher savor their familial relationship as much as he could before he disappears.

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It's been days now since Tord came out of his lab and it was coming closer to his birthday. He was now close in actuality to turning sixty-three-years-old this year. The very thought of it made him sigh deep inside on and wonder how things would have gone if Tom never died.

Maybe at some point, he would have really ended up marrying the Brit out of mere companionship and as Tom's reward for choosing to stay with him. Maybe that would have happened at some point.

But that would never happen now, would it?

The Tom of his own timeline was now gone. Deceased. Dead.

And what he had now was just the mere possibility of once again meeting and befriending the eyeless brunet. That possibility also gave the fact that he could make up for his mistakes to both Edd and Matt. After all, the three of them had a complete reset while he'd be taking his younger self's body as his own.

That way, the four of them could be together again just like in his original timeline.

They could be friends again that would go on to adventures, discover amazing new things and have loads of fun.

Smiling brightly at the thought, Tord was startled to find it snowing outside when it was October here in London. Usually snowing would start by mid-December and end by April; which pretty much was puzzling Tord for the sudden unpredictable weather.

But a sudden thought came up on his mind.

What if it was a signal?

A signal that he should hurry up with his last-minute tasks and say goodbye to Asher.

It was nearly time.

"Father, are you okay?" Asher questioned as he was leaning on the door jamb as he was sipping his tea.

Blinking his eye to get his mind out of the gutter, a certain kind of sadness pervaded in him as he watched his 'son.' His first ever 'child.'

He was about to leave Asher behind.

Smiling sadly at the thought, Tord knew that what he did of raising the pineapple was for his own selfish reasons. But that didn't put out the fact that he was able to build a strong enough connection with the 'boy.'

He still considered Asher as to be his.

Asher was his successor. His 'son.'

"Father?" The pineapple now asked him in concern as he placed his mug on the coffee table and came towards him.

"I'm fine," Tord answered back as he held out his hand for the teen to take and pulled the taller being into an embrace.

"Father?" A curious look now marred Asher's face which had Tord smiling sadder as he looked up. His little boy had now grown up and he had to leave him soon.

He had to leave him soon since he had his own things to deal with.

Swallowing back the guilt that was bubbling in his chest, he stated, "You know that no matter what I'll always care about you, Asher. You are after all my son."

"I know, Father. I know," Asher cooed as Tord was only held closer and father and son now watched the continuous fall of snow.