"...Yeah." The point seems to hit him well enough.
Miguel says nothing for a while, the connection point feeling alien after so much time isolated. Half of the distance he kept from others was his own doing, of course, but the other half was in feeling the weight of his own mistake. A thing he thought he'd always carry alone. For a moment, it seems like they can share the burden for a little while. He sits there, deeply listless in the void of the silence. It was the most inert he's been in months.
It didn't help that Jess and Peter were going through similar stages in their lives. It's not that he wasn't happy for them - in truth, being a sort of odd uncle in the middle was the closest thing he felt to that - but it still made the wound all the more raw. All he'd wanted was one of his own to see grow up, in a better way than he did.
"There was nothing else like it." he says. "Nothing."
Not his work, nor his creations or his travels, nothing could compare to loving and being loved like that.
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Miguel says nothing for a while, the connection point feeling alien after so much time isolated. Half of the distance he kept from others was his own doing, of course, but the other half was in feeling the weight of his own mistake. A thing he thought he'd always carry alone. For a moment, it seems like they can share the burden for a little while. He sits there, deeply listless in the void of the silence. It was the most inert he's been in months.
It didn't help that Jess and Peter were going through similar stages in their lives. It's not that he wasn't happy for them - in truth, being a sort of odd uncle in the middle was the closest thing he felt to that - but it still made the wound all the more raw. All he'd wanted was one of his own to see grow up, in a better way than he did.
"There was nothing else like it." he says. "Nothing."
Not his work, nor his creations or his travels, nothing could compare to loving and being loved like that.