Re: Tommy/Sean
Sean reached up to squeeze the hand on his shoulder gratefully, then dropped his own hand with a sigh. "That sucks. I'm sorry. My dad was never around when I was growing up. But, I always had Moms. I was angry for a long time about that, too."
And, really, this wasn't much different. He had always, always hated this life, hated that people chose to leave their families behind and put the rest of the world first. A sort of uneasy peace had been made with it as he finally got his chance to know his dad and find out who he really was instead of the hero and disappointment Sean had imagined as a kid. But, he'd always known, in the back of his mind, that if something like this happened, he wouldn't take it well.
Maybe it was selfish. But, he resented that obligation that made his family choose the world first.
"She looked up to him when we were kids, far more than I ever did. If he was here, if it had been him in her place, he'd have done the same thing and she always wanted to be him when she grew up. Being like him, proving she was capable of living in the world he chose over us, it pretty much defined who she was as much as my desire to be his exact opposite did me. I hated him for not being there at times. I never understood it. I still only partially understand it. So, yeah, you could say I'm angry."