"I didn't say that either," Nick was quick to say, his bushy brows lowering. "I liked you fine. I just remember that you cried a lot. You did other things too. Like- you did this butterfly picture once out of candy wrappers. I remember that. I kept it."
Rudolf hadn't cried. Rudolf had been a sunny child, always eager to lend a hand, always inquisitive and bright. Nick didn't like thinking about Rudolf and he didn't like comparing his children, and he stuffed the thought back down hard, physically wiping a hand across his face to get rid of it.