Sam Hanna (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} sam_hanna) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} omega_reality, |
"I was thinking more five days, one per each month," he answered, only partially joking. He might feel the need to hug his son right now,but he knew himself well enough to know that it would fade long before Sean would be ready to stop. Although thinking about it, Sean never wanted to stop. It was habit for him and not need.
"You and Savannah shared a common goal and didn't achieve it? Now that is more surprising than finding a way here," he said with a snort. The news about the fingers was reassuring, which make it okay to joke about it. "Oh, you can play, move your fingers, play the music, just make sure not to blow any air into the sax and let the music stay in your head. It works fine, and if you can do that, then you can't bitch."
He cupped Sean's cheek for a moment, before pulling back. "You know I'm really not good at this." Asking questions seemed wrong, when he knew that things weren't okay. He was used to the silences that were more telling than words. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for Jenna."