“Did you want to meet me?” Hart asked, his voice high and light, a child’s voice with all its unhidden fear and desolation. “Fuck yes, I wanted to meet you.” The Warden no longer resembled Bill at all. He was tall and lean, his face angular, his eyes an innocuous shade of blue gray, and Hart knew this was what his mother had seen when she met a man named Jeff and fell in love with him. This was his father, and for the first time in his life, the notion didn’t tear his heart in two. “And you loved my mom?” Hart sounded even younger now. The god’s thin mouth curled up on one side. “Sure did.
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This is making my Father Problems arise
