David thought of Henry as father, and thought he had not called him that yet, he had thought it many of times. He had almost edged in on saying it time and time again. It had come to his lips often, but he had a small fear that it would be unwelcome. That he shouldn't push his luck. He had everything too good now as it was. He knew that much. As young as he was, he knew he had life too good.
He thought of Henry as his father and he wanted him to know that, but he still worried, once in a while. For now, he was still Henry, though he told other students that it was his papa, for sure. He had just never said it to the man yet. It was times like this that he wanted to, however.
He shifted and didn't look at Henry. He didn't like to lie to his face after all. "I will speak to him."
He shaded a few more lines in on his drawing, frowning at it. At the moment it was a bird on a stone wall. Something he saw in a dream and not a book. "But maybe he'll be too busy for a long visit. I can eat. He can eat before he comes to visit. No reason to make you watch him eat."
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He thought of Henry as his father and he wanted him to know that, but he still worried, once in a while. For now, he was still Henry, though he told other students that it was his papa, for sure. He had just never said it to the man yet. It was times like this that he wanted to, however.
He shifted and didn't look at Henry. He didn't like to lie to his face after all. "I will speak to him."
He shaded a few more lines in on his drawing, frowning at it. At the moment it was a bird on a stone wall. Something he saw in a dream and not a book. "But maybe he'll be too busy for a long visit. I can eat. He can eat before he comes to visit. No reason to make you watch him eat."