Shadewood I'm not big on social graces

”In the majority of it, same,” he replied in reference to being teetery in fatherhood. He let the topic of Niamh go, considering he couldn’t exactly bring anymore to the table on the subject of his company’s mate. If she didn’t want to go anywhere, or wasn’t able, there was nothing to go forward with it with. “I’m mainly just letting Gwen tell me what it is she needs so she can be up and about again. I haven’t even babysat once, yet. I think she knows I’m rather inept at children.” His current role was simply bringing food to her and watching from the distance he felt would put the children out of way of consequence. 

It was almost as though he wanted to be a spectacular father, but just didn’t know how to do so. There was always that underlying worry he would be too rough with them or miss a need of theres. It was too strange to be around for long. He would grow frustrated he couldn’t do more than this, soon. 

“We’ll get it, eventually man.” Nothing wrong with a smidge of hope, right?