[It really is probably for the best to do it now, both because he's managed to convince himself to do this whole sharing thing and who knows how long that'll last, and also that this is the last major thing he's been hiding. Everything else is stuff he doesn't share because they're related to the bigger issues, or just because he's reserved with people in general, and so this is the last hurdle, in a sense.
It's also the issue he's made the most progress in handling, but it's one of those things that there's only so much that can be done. There's always going to be a sense of loss here, but he's made as much peace with it as he thinks he could possibly achieve.
So he pulls his phone from his pocket, taking a moment to flip through images until he finds the one he wants. After they'd done the file transfer, and he'd had a few hours to wait for Ian to meet up with him, he'd managed to will himself to look through the images on his phone and so it's not the first time in months that he's seen it; still, he doesn't want to linger too long, because the emotion is always there.
He hands the phone over to Ian, and when Ian takes it, the image will be a picture of Daisy holding a baby; Daisy is smiling proudly at the camera, looking tired as most new mothers do but happy all the same, and the infant is staring up at her from her arms.]
I think I've mentioned my girlfriend, Daisy, to you before.
[But he's not totally sure, and either way Ian wouldn't know what she looks like. When he continues, his voice is quiet and a little distant, because it has to be for him to talk about this.]
That's her, and um, my son. She was pregnant when I died, so I never met him. A friend of mine from home who showed up in Hadriel was from a point in time ahead of me, so she had this picture, so...
[So yeah. There's not much more to say about this; it's something he can't change, and the consolation he has is that Brennan had assured him that Daisy and the baby were okay. That everyone loved them both and would take care of them, and that he didn't have to worry.]
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It's also the issue he's made the most progress in handling, but it's one of those things that there's only so much that can be done. There's always going to be a sense of loss here, but he's made as much peace with it as he thinks he could possibly achieve.
So he pulls his phone from his pocket, taking a moment to flip through images until he finds the one he wants. After they'd done the file transfer, and he'd had a few hours to wait for Ian to meet up with him, he'd managed to will himself to look through the images on his phone and so it's not the first time in months that he's seen it; still, he doesn't want to linger too long, because the emotion is always there.
He hands the phone over to Ian, and when Ian takes it, the image will be a picture of Daisy holding a baby; Daisy is smiling proudly at the camera, looking tired as most new mothers do but happy all the same, and the infant is staring up at her from her arms.]
I think I've mentioned my girlfriend, Daisy, to you before.
[But he's not totally sure, and either way Ian wouldn't know what she looks like. When he continues, his voice is quiet and a little distant, because it has to be for him to talk about this.]
That's her, and um, my son. She was pregnant when I died, so I never met him. A friend of mine from home who showed up in Hadriel was from a point in time ahead of me, so she had this picture, so...
[So yeah. There's not much more to say about this; it's something he can't change, and the consolation he has is that Brennan had assured him that Daisy and the baby were okay. That everyone loved them both and would take care of them, and that he didn't have to worry.]