Back then Booker had done all he could to keep the others away from his family, to keep their message of "leave them" behind. After war and death all he wanted was to be with them. It had felt so healing at first until it all fell apart.
"You're an easy soul to love, Nicolo." He had slipped back into his native tongue, that's how drunk he was. It was turning into a better drunk than before, less dark and stormy.
He still held his love for his wife deep in his heart. A first love, a first true love like that could never fade. Just like the love he felt for his sons.
But he still loved all of them. How could he not? They had put him back together after Jean-Pierre's death and never left his side all these decades.
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Date: 2020-09-13 10:46 pm (UTC)"You're an easy soul to love, Nicolo." He had slipped back into his native tongue, that's how drunk he was. It was turning into a better drunk than before, less dark and stormy.
He still held his love for his wife deep in his heart. A first love, a first true love like that could never fade. Just like the love he felt for his sons.
But he still loved all of them. How could he not? They had put him back together after Jean-Pierre's death and never left his side all these decades.