[ It's after a moment of hesitation, but yeah, he'll move closer, and—he's not sure why he's surprised at the hug, but he is.
And it takes him a second to realize her question, honestly. ]
...I wouldn't say I'm thoughtful or brave, [ just to start, okay, ] but, uh... They were wonderful. I'm sure a lot of people say that about their parents, but they really were. My mom was a lot like White—strong-willed, stubborn, pushy, but well-meaning.
[ Sigrun kind of reminds him of her—okay okay okay moving on from that UH. ]
My dad was... well, I don't want to say him and I were alike, because he was friendlier than I ever was. I don't think I ever met anyone who didn't like him... [ He was just that kind of guy? ] And both of them wanted my sister and I to do whatever made us happy, even if they were worried about us, too.
[ At least, they'd been worried about him, according to White—he... never thought to ask if that was the truth. Whoops. ]
There's a big memorial for all the Casters that gave their lives to help save the city, actually. I visit it a lot. [ Purple hyacinth, white heather, daisies—the bouquet he usually carries for them replaces the flowers Sigrun's already gotten from people. The ones in pots, at least, petals and leaves twisting into different shapes and colors. ] Or... visited, I guess, since I can't really do that here.
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And it takes him a second to realize her question, honestly. ]
...I wouldn't say I'm thoughtful or brave, [ just to start, okay, ] but, uh... They were wonderful. I'm sure a lot of people say that about their parents, but they really were. My mom was a lot like White—strong-willed, stubborn, pushy, but well-meaning.
[ Sigrun kind of reminds him of her—okay okay okay moving on from that UH. ]
My dad was... well, I don't want to say him and I were alike, because he was friendlier than I ever was. I don't think I ever met anyone who didn't like him... [ He was just that kind of guy? ] And both of them wanted my sister and I to do whatever made us happy, even if they were worried about us, too.
[ At least, they'd been worried about him, according to White—he... never thought to ask if that was the truth. Whoops. ]
There's a big memorial for all the Casters that gave their lives to help save the city, actually. I visit it a lot. [ Purple hyacinth, white heather, daisies—the bouquet he usually carries for them replaces the flowers Sigrun's already gotten from people. The ones in pots, at least, petals and leaves twisting into different shapes and colors. ] Or... visited, I guess, since I can't really do that here.