Tristran smiles, looking up to glance at his father, seeing that same look he's likely been sporting for a while now. He doesn't have to wish he could feel like that, to look like that.
"I think I know what you mean," he says, voice soft, fingers tightening slightly around the blanket.
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Date: 2007-08-22 08:24 pm (UTC)"I think I know what you mean," he says, voice soft, fingers tightening slightly around the blanket.