Stavanger Bay all the stars in the sky

Aesop remembers grief. He knew it well, early on. Grief became an old friend long ago, but he knew better than to think that his methods of dealing with it would work on Charon. Already he knew that they were vastly different wolves carrying vastly different baggage. Perhaps he should have given in to Charon's cries for attention, because maybe all he needed was for someone to indulge him? But Aesop was not so skilled as to determine that, so he continued to blunder on in his awkward way.

First, Aesop took a moment to internally cringe at the cliche he was about to drop. "You got your brother and sister out there, right? And a whole bunch of other people that love you, even if ya'll can't be together right now. Helps if you remember that whenever you're lookin' at the moon, you're lookin' at the same moon as them," Aesop said solemnly. May his reputation lay in peace.