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Patrick O'Shea (inkinc) wrote in darkdividerpg,

Patrick sighed and watched his son go. "Right, kid. Like that's ever going to happen," he muttered to himself as he sank down in his chair and leaned back rubbing his hands over his face and sighing. He couldn't turn off the worry for Aidan any more than he could for Caden. He couldn't turn that worry off any more than he could for his wife. Or Olly, or Shiva, or the little ones. Or anyone else that meant something to him. Aidan was his first born, his first son. He was special. He was smart, even if he didn't apply himself, capable, whether he wanted to be or not, and more than he was giving himself credit for.

He wanted Aidan to talk to him, but he couldn't force the boy to. He would open up when he felt comfortable enough, so Patrick decided then and there that he was going to do what he could to make him feel comfortable enough.