Eliot drove them out of the garage and onto the streets.
The roads were pretty quiet, early Sunday morning not exactly prime time for rush hour. He didn't really say anything, Eliot never really talked while driving. Five different trips to warzones meant that driving in a car was habitually spent keeping an eye out for potential ambushes and hazards.
Then again most of his life was spent like that.
Of course he was also looking out for any number of ordinary hazards as well.
The drive was short, only barely five minutes, but it would have been a long walk.
Eliot eased out of traffic into the parking area and parked, getting out and taking a full breath, looking up toward the sun and for a moment just absorbing the outside. A hint of a sound just beyond his mind, like a half thought thought from one of the others only with a touch of melody and easily brushed away.
It was odd though, as he opened his eyes and looked out to the grassy field and winter-barren trees and... it was just a city park but there was potential here, something good and green that man might touch but couldn't truly alter.
This is my father's world.
The words came unbidden to his mind, an echo of a song he'd heard... god alone knew how many years ago.
For the first time that insane sounding paternity claim... for the first time it bordered good. It was, as usual, a mess and mix of things he couldn't quite place.