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27.May.19, 03:37 AM
He was going to say something about how he also didn’t care much either way — it influenced how invested M’ris would be in keeping tabs on him, but F’drel got the impression M’ris would still be a bit like this even if he thought F’drel was only a close friend of his son’s, so it may not ultimately make much of a difference — but R’dal kept talking. F’drel didn’t hear R’dal talk about his dad like this very often, and he frowned. He didn’t like the comment about Weyrleader dads being scary if you messed with their image at all. What had M’ris done or said to make R’dal say that? There were plenty of possibilities F’drel could think of, but he wasn’t sure which, if any, were true.
F’drel shifted forwards, setting his water down and moving off his pillow to settle himself next to R’dal, laying his head on R’dal’s pillow and placing an arm over R’dal’s torso, pulling him in a little. He had no experience with fathers — F’drel knew he had one, but he didn’t know the man’s identity. As far as he was aware, only his mother knew, and she was gone, so F’drel would never know. Disappointing the man had never concerned him, so he had no idea what to say to R’dal regarding M’ris.
“I feel bad for any boy who spends time with your sister,” he said after a few moments, thinking that what he’d had to deal with was awkward enough. F’drel stayed quiet for several more breaths, pressing his forehead to the back of R’dal’s neck, thinking. Shortly, he spoke again.
“If you’re still worried any that he’s not totally okay with you dating men, maybe if you say we’re together you can get a better idea how he feels about it. Before it’s someone you actually want to date. Like a test run. Just to be sure.” F’drel offered. He may not know anything about having a dad, but he could be a practice boyfriend, if need be.
F’drel shifted forwards, setting his water down and moving off his pillow to settle himself next to R’dal, laying his head on R’dal’s pillow and placing an arm over R’dal’s torso, pulling him in a little. He had no experience with fathers — F’drel knew he had one, but he didn’t know the man’s identity. As far as he was aware, only his mother knew, and she was gone, so F’drel would never know. Disappointing the man had never concerned him, so he had no idea what to say to R’dal regarding M’ris.
“I feel bad for any boy who spends time with your sister,” he said after a few moments, thinking that what he’d had to deal with was awkward enough. F’drel stayed quiet for several more breaths, pressing his forehead to the back of R’dal’s neck, thinking. Shortly, he spoke again.
“If you’re still worried any that he’s not totally okay with you dating men, maybe if you say we’re together you can get a better idea how he feels about it. Before it’s someone you actually want to date. Like a test run. Just to be sure.” F’drel offered. He may not know anything about having a dad, but he could be a practice boyfriend, if need be.
