[for a moment, he looks like he might actually entertain that question. gods know he's got all sorts of frustration on the subject of his father built up from the last, oh, sixteen years.
in the end, however, he just lets out a breath, deflating a bit. it doesn't feel right to complain to his friends, and it certainly doesn't feel right to do it to a near-stranger probably just asking out of politeness. he buries it back down, more agitation for another day, and eventually just shrugs.]
no subject
in the end, however, he just lets out a breath, deflating a bit. it doesn't feel right to complain to his friends, and it certainly doesn't feel right to do it to a near-stranger probably just asking out of politeness. he buries it back down, more agitation for another day, and eventually just shrugs.]
...No, I guess not.