Saying and doing the right things at the right time; For a lot of people it was as easy as breathing and but Phobos got nothing. Hadn't even been able to find the first aid kit... So he returned the smile even though it felt so wrong it hurt his face and nodded lightly.
"Good night, dad." It was late and they were all tired, he told himself.
Tomorrow. They had tomorrow and the next tomorrow and the next. Maybe this time they would have enough tomorrows to make one today. One wasn't too much to ask, was it? If it was, however, the boy would gladly take just half of one, and maybe another one of his father's smiles - if it was possible?