Mothers. Terry didn't say anything about that, because talking about moms basically showed off a set of mommy issues so deep that you could just about drown in them. He instead nodded, looking at the froth at the top of his drink, the stump of Peter's hand, and then back to his drink in a split second.
"I didn't have any family back home- biological, I mean. Just my friend's family, but they all passed in the war. My friend's kid claims I've got a daughter in the future, but uh. I'm not sure how that would happen," he said with a shrug. Terry didn't dislike kids, he just wasn't really all that eager to have one crawling all over him. In particular when it was basically in his DNA to fuck up as a parent. His father hadn't even known he'd been conceived, and his mother had dumped him. That wasn't exactly A+ role modeling.