ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ ɢᴡᴇɴ (![]() ![]() @ 2015-11-09 08:00:00 |
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There was a brief moment before Gwen had turned to speak over in Jack's direction. Anwen perched at the telly, watching whatever show it was and her mum had been lost in whatever thought she had been in. "I'm sorry if i've been pushy these last few days," and it was true, whatever got into her -- Gwen felt like she had become a tad bit pushy towards Jack. The three year old too enticed with the television to realize that her mum and Uncle Jack were headed into the conversation of seriousness. Or just general talking, giving Gwen relief that she wasn't listening. "I love you, I am worried to scare you off with all of the whole kid calling you Da thing, which -- I never taught her, but god. Not to mention everything else I could possibly scare you off with. I am just babbling now, but I mean it. I am terrified to scare you off." Getting up where she had been sitting and sat next to Jack.