Vic and Adelaide, 8:30PM
He'd never gotten a chance to know Sasha when he was this age. In 2009, Vic had been content to know Sasha as an eight year old instead of a baby that cried and fussed all the time. He'd liked bonding through sports and video games instead of diaper changes and cleaning up throw-up. Now, though, almost ten years later, he wondered if he'd missed out on some kinda rite of passage or something, never having the opportunity to raise a kid from scratch.
Some of the patches are eyeing Adelaide and Charlie with skepticism while others are looking at him with fear. Vic doesn't care about any of that. He walks over to them without waiting for an invitation, bending at the waist to try and get on Charlie's level.
There's some cooing, some weird faces Vic hadn't ever made prior to this moment, some tummy tickling, before Vic says, "Both of you seem right at home over here." He straightens up to his full height then, offers Charlie's mama a smile. He knows plenty about Adelaide, but he can't recall if they've ever really had a chance to talk. "Most people don't get a whole damn carnival in their honor."