Broken Boulder Allow Me To Mansplain "Puns" To You, Since Hillary Clinton Didn't

her question unseats something in him, and not for the reasons he'd expect. "of course not," delight is quick to reassure, the crack in his voice easily dismissed as coming from his illness. but why -- why these feelings? it's not any different from his own children calling him papa -- but maybe that is a name and not a noun. maybe delight does not want to be nouns. 

these are not thoughts he can deal with right now, and so he shuffles them away, refocusing through a sickly haze on his daughter. "seabreeze -- their mama -- is a very old friend of mine," he tells her, in an effort to help her understand, "from way before you were born. if you can be nice to her children for my sake, it would make me happy, brillo." guilt works, right? right? "but that doesn't mean they are my children now or that i'm replacing any of you, promise."