[He blushes, looking back down at the eggs. He wonders how much of his fussiness now is traced to back then. These eggs aren't his children. They don't come from his dough. They are a duty- one he took on willingly, and ones he already feels a deep affection for.
Still, he wonders if maybe he's projecting, just a little. He wonders if even just a few months ago he would have been able to even consider the possibility]
Hearing about that time... it must seem strange to you. How it all went wrong.
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[He blushes, looking back down at the eggs. He wonders how much of his fussiness now is traced to back then. These eggs aren't his children. They don't come from his dough. They are a duty- one he took on willingly, and ones he already feels a deep affection for.
Still, he wonders if maybe he's projecting, just a little. He wonders if even just a few months ago he would have been able to even consider the possibility]
Hearing about that time... it must seem strange to you. How it all went wrong.