“i guess i never really considered how others were in the old timeline. even knowing about it, knowing who my dad used to be..” he trailed off, shaking his head. “i don’t know that version of my father. never have. it’s hard for me to see him as anything but what i grew up with on the isle.” the admittance was quiet, almost as if max were embarrassed. “did you? well. i’m sure it must’ve been nice. my father was drastically different, from what i’ve been told.” and saw. max bit the inside of his cheek, trying not to sound bitter. anyone having any semblance of happy memories with his father made his chest ache. he’d never kept those memories.
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