[ Inigo easily leans down. She hardly even has to apply a lot of pressure to his shoulders - he's already bending right down the moment there's a hint of those hands there, like he knows what's being expected of him.
And then there's that small kiss on his forehead, and.. it does feel familiar.
It's exactly what Olivia did when they met each other again on the train. Like all mothers out there share some motherly instinct, knowing exactly when they need to do this sort of thing, even when it's not with their own kids.
Inigo feels his eyes starting to well up with water, and he sniffs.
(He misses her. He misses her already.) ]
T-Thanks, Della.
[ He says, in that typical teenager I'm-about-to-cry-but-pretending-I'm-not kind of tone. ]
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And then there's that small kiss on his forehead, and.. it does feel familiar.
It's exactly what Olivia did when they met each other again on the train. Like all mothers out there share some motherly instinct, knowing exactly when they need to do this sort of thing, even when it's not with their own kids.
Inigo feels his eyes starting to well up with water, and he sniffs.
(He misses her. He misses her already.) ]
T-Thanks, Della.
[ He says, in that typical teenager I'm-about-to-cry-but-pretending-I'm-not kind of tone. ]