Veronika’s call came as he cracked open the second vodka bottle. She’d always had a knack for bad timing.

“Deniz showed up here.”

“I figured.”

A long pause, then, “Says he wants to move back to Munich.” Strange that he could hear her careless shrug even on the phone. She wouldn’t welcome her son, but at least she wouldn’t say no.

Twenty years ago, he’d welcomed a tiny wrinkled creature into the world, and known from the first relentless squalls that his life would change forever. He just hadn’t expected this.

Deniz was gone. Maybe it was for the best.

Ow, ow, ow. Damn, this hurts. I can feel Deniz's pain even though he's not in the scene. Great drabble.

GAH. *wibble*

Such an awful moment and to compare it with 20 years ago. GAH.

Aww, Lil, so sad. Who would have thought that something so wonderfully poignant could be drawn for current plot. *bows in awe*

Damn, Lil, this kills me. Stop mining current plot for valid pain! Hurts so good.