He... [Oh, that hits somewhere that is already hurting, but also... warm and good, Idia nodding with the barest shadow of a smile.] Yeah, he is.
Oh, um, [That... is actually difficult to answer.... in a way Idia really doesn't know how to, or wants to.] Ahhh, he's, ah, um, ah... 16, he's 16. [That works for now. It makes enough sense for Ortho to be that age, even if he wouldn't look it... but the chances of him arriving on the train... Well... Idia can hope, but that's about it.]
Yeah... I really do. [Idia's tone dropping again, that weight of just how long he's been without Ortho never far from his mind. They've never really been apart before, and to be without him here for so long...]
no subject
Oh, um, [That... is actually difficult to answer.... in a way Idia really doesn't know how to, or wants to.] Ahhh, he's, ah, um, ah... 16, he's 16. [That works for now. It makes enough sense for Ortho to be that age, even if he wouldn't look it... but the chances of him arriving on the train... Well... Idia can hope, but that's about it.]
Yeah... I really do. [Idia's tone dropping again, that weight of just how long he's been without Ortho never far from his mind. They've never really been apart before, and to be without him here for so long...]