[He has the overwhelming urge to sink his hands into his hair and tug, hard, because while he didn't want to believe it, believe that this place had put him together with a teenage daughter, he couldn't deny the similarities. He also couldn't way his insides are twisting themselves into knots over the fact that if this is Grace, if this is Grace, then she's almost grown up and he's missed that.
He knows it's irrational, the way he's feeling because his little girl is still little. She's got years yet before she's even a teenager. But he still feels it, and maybe feels like an idiot for it too.]
What'd I say about dating?
Your Uncle Steve's here? [Thanking God might be a little premature at this point but he still sent a silent one up to the big guy. No guarantees it was a Steve that he knew - would it be his Steve or another, one that shared the face but could be younger than him, now. Or older with more grey hair and lines around his mouth and eyes?
God this was confusing. And unsettling.]
Uh, yeah. Sure. But considering I have no clue where he is or where he's coming to see you at...? Presents a slight problem.