Lost Creek Hollow Does your mother know that you're out?

he wished she would maybe speak her concerns to him... but then again, maybe it was best that she didn't. terance was so bad at expressing his own feelings, so bad at putting together his own sentences... maybe it was good that he didn't have to stutter over his own words in an effort to tell his daughter that he was happy and he wanted her to be happy too. with them. altogether. 

ah, but, here was a moment terance was trying to be a good parent. a good parent? maybe a good parent -- take the harder route over the easier one. he figured that was... maybe was parenting was about. not that he had much of an option to learn what parenting was with seabreeze so far away. 

his ears flicked forwards, head tilting gently to one side. he looked at his daughter quietly for a moment before saying. "do you wanna talk about it, little bird?"