[Oh?????? He does not know what to do??? After freezing up for a hot second, he just sorta awkwardly pats her back. There there?? He's an expert at converting most of his emotions into anger so he can solve his personal problems by arguing, he does not know how to deal with someone honestly expressing sadness?? I blame growing up in a family unit that was only men. Anyway.]
H-hey, listen, it's... we're going to get them back for this, ok?
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H-hey, listen, it's... we're going to get them back for this, ok?
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[The conflicted yet resolute look of someone who's had to grapple with this before.]
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I guess... I think my father would say we should make sure to remember them. And to live well, to do what they would have wanted us to do.
[... Looking down.]
I guess I have to wash my feet.
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but then he drops the bit about his feet. ]
...w-wha...?
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[Sigh.]
I don't think it matters that much but... it's something.
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...what about shoes? Are you gonna start wearing shoes too, for her?
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What?
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They're a bit like socks, with a notch in the toe for sandals, except the ones I wear have a hard bottom so you don't need sandals.
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