Moonspear You make wine from sour grapes

Charon had expected the wolves before him to at least say or do something, but they didn't. He only realised what impact his words must've had when he saw the kid's face crumble, and realised that it must be tough to find out what a shitbag your father really is. Charon couldn't relate, since he only had awesome parents, but he could relate to the feeling of disappointment that Jorunn had left him with time and time again.

"Sorry kid, I can't make the truth any prettier," he said with a grimace. He wasn't sure why the kid mentioned his mother, but perhaps it was because his mother missed Jorunn too and he'd have to tell her what a dick move Jorunn'd pulled on them both. The dude that was with the kid moved in to comfort him, which was nice. Charon wouldn't really have known how to react otherwise, feeling inclined to soothe his nephew but at the same time having no real connection to the boy he'd just met. Was this how Mordecai had thought about him when they'd meet? "You're always welcome to visit here whenever you'd like," he offered, feeling that he would do his best to be a better uncle than Mordecai had been.