[It's impossible to know what he wants or needs right now. However angry Greg's suggestion made him, part of him wants just as badly for him to come and comfort him now, instead of just laying here and crying. But that's so stupid? He can't keep pushing them away and expecting them to come for him regardless.
His sobs only begin to quiet when Greg starts singing, first out of confusion, and then out of some strangely hypnotic feeling. Why is he doing that? It's...it's weird, and...
He falls silent, small hiccups of lingering emotion the only disruption, now. It sounds familiar to him, somehow, in a way that seems to break his heart and sooth it at the same time.
Dear old dad...
He doesn't start singing, but he remember the notes and the words somehow. The hiccups fade now, too, but he stays silent. He doesn't know what to do or say. He doesn't know anything anymore.
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His sobs only begin to quiet when Greg starts singing, first out of confusion, and then out of some strangely hypnotic feeling. Why is he doing that? It's...it's weird, and...
He falls silent, small hiccups of lingering emotion the only disruption, now. It sounds familiar to him, somehow, in a way that seems to break his heart and sooth it at the same time.
Dear old dad...
He doesn't start singing, but he remember the notes and the words somehow. The hiccups fade now, too, but he stays silent. He doesn't know what to do or say. He doesn't know anything anymore.
Maybe he's right.]