[ Gabriel flinches when Lily is suddenly beside him, as if she were coming at him with a grenade or something. ]
Look, I really—
[ He doesn't get much out when she's putting the bracelet around his wrist, brows furrowing as his gaze shifts up to the kid's sister, noticing the older sister's expression — recognizing it.
Gabriel's mouth forms a tight line as he grazes his fingers over the beads of the bracelet, his son coming to mind again. Even for as small as he was last time he saw him, Martín liked making things. Legos, logs, whatever it was - he would build something, give it a weird name, and give it to his friends, or his mother, anyone.
Big smile staring up at him, holding out a Lego creation, "a cup for your fancy pens", he had said. Lotte glared at him from across the room, arms crossed, gaze sharp. Martín was oblivious to the tension.
That cup his idiotic self brought with him to the cabin. Idiot.
He pulls back on one of the beads, letting it go as it snaps against his wrist, maybe hurts a little more than it normally would — still does what he needs it to do, dragging him back from the fantasy that had been steadily trying to pull him back for the past few minutes. He at least waits until the little girl's attention is back on her ladybug.
A bracelet that was obviously meant for a bigger wrist, and he doesn't think it's the older sister's. ]
You know, I literally can't go anywhere.
[ Look, she doesn't want to be there, he doesn't want anyone to be there, maybe he tries to take advantage of this young girl's obvious distaste for the situation. He saw that glare from earlier. It's not like he really can do anything anyway. Give him a break! ]
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Date: 8 May 2023 11:23 (UTC)Look, I really—
[ He doesn't get much out when she's putting the bracelet around his wrist, brows furrowing as his gaze shifts up to the kid's sister, noticing the older sister's expression — recognizing it.
Gabriel's mouth forms a tight line as he grazes his fingers over the beads of the bracelet, his son coming to mind again. Even for as small as he was last time he saw him, Martín liked making things. Legos, logs, whatever it was - he would build something, give it a weird name, and give it to his friends, or his mother, anyone.
Big smile staring up at him, holding out a Lego creation, "a cup for your fancy pens", he had said. Lotte glared at him from across the room, arms crossed, gaze sharp. Martín was oblivious to the tension.
That cup his idiotic self brought with him to the cabin. Idiot.
He pulls back on one of the beads, letting it go as it snaps against his wrist, maybe hurts a little more than it normally would — still does what he needs it to do, dragging him back from the fantasy that had been steadily trying to pull him back for the past few minutes. He at least waits until the little girl's attention is back on her ladybug.
A bracelet that was obviously meant for a bigger wrist, and he doesn't think it's the older sister's. ]
You know, I literally can't go anywhere.
[ Look, she doesn't want to be there, he doesn't want anyone to be there, maybe he tries to take advantage of this young girl's obvious distaste for the situation. He saw that glare from earlier. It's not like he really can do anything anyway. Give him a break! ]