That escapes Nick before he can reel it in, and he realizes belatedly how that remark sounded: like something a parent would say. He kicks himself inwardly, more self-conscious about it than he'd like -- she's not a child, and not his child. That's the gods getting under his skin with that fake world of theirs, and no matter how much he insists that the love he feels for her as family is real, Nick refuses to let himself get lost in the gods' machinations. He doesn't appreciate being toyed with.
... Even if that fake world had been a kinder one, and one where he was happy. He had a life of his own, one he'd made for himself. He'd had a family.
Nick falls quiet for the rest of the walk back to their house, trying not to dwell on his thoughts. They've been far too cluttered as of late as it is.
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That escapes Nick before he can reel it in, and he realizes belatedly how that remark sounded: like something a parent would say. He kicks himself inwardly, more self-conscious about it than he'd like -- she's not a child, and not his child. That's the gods getting under his skin with that fake world of theirs, and no matter how much he insists that the love he feels for her as family is real, Nick refuses to let himself get lost in the gods' machinations. He doesn't appreciate being toyed with.
... Even if that fake world had been a kinder one, and one where he was happy. He had a life of his own, one he'd made for himself. He'd had a family.
Nick falls quiet for the rest of the walk back to their house, trying not to dwell on his thoughts. They've been far too cluttered as of late as it is.