Swiftcurrent Creek That the past is real

The lingering hope of his own wishes for his kids was left unsaid—he knew for Arric it didn’t need to be spoken out loud to be valid. Instead, he allowed his eyes to slide over his friend, a brow arching, and a need for the subject to shift to something more, now. “And what about you? What do you need to be okay?” He paused—a serious look given to the behemoth of a man. “You can’t run yourself down… you need time for yourself? A trip or something?”