It’s not that I think of him as a dad or anything: you’d have to overlook a heck of a lot to think of him as a dad. But he was my weird uncle, and I wasn’t used to seeing that he could possibly be anyone else’s weird uncle—which was probably a bit hypocritical of me, because I’d been trying to push the psychos into realising that I wasn’t a special human. That any human was worth loving and protecting.
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