[Shiro will support any dream Lance has of what he wants to become when he's older and if its currently surfer, than so be it. The last thing he's ever going to do is tell his son that there's something he can't do if he works hard enough and fights for it.
Even if sometimes life does its damnest to take it away from you.
Across the street the beach doesn't look too crowded and the waves are on the very mild side. The clean smell of the ocean is already on the breeze and, not for the first time, Shiro wonders about moving. Maybe a little town somewhere on the Gulf coast where Lance could grow up near the water. That wouldn't be a bad thing. Its just - the town they live in now has so many roots for both of them. Sometimes painful ones and sometimes comforting ones. Shiro doesn't want to end up trapped in the past though, not if its going to stunt Lance's growth in anyway.
His mother wouldn't have wanted that.]
Good. [He gives his son's shoulder a gentle squeeze of approval and then looks down a second later, eyebrows climbing as - ]
Oh. Huh. You've got a point there, kiddo. Well... I'm not going to leave you. [The light for the cross-walk turns green and Shiro pretends this is a great dilemma, glancing from the other side of the road down to his son and back again.
he doesn't let it last too long though, knowing his son's patience is about as long as a sneeze and, suddenly splitting into a grin, he swoops down suddenly and scoops his son, towels and all, up under his good arm with a grunt and, sure enough, checking both ways, heads across the street.]
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Even if sometimes life does its damnest to take it away from you.
Across the street the beach doesn't look too crowded and the waves are on the very mild side. The clean smell of the ocean is already on the breeze and, not for the first time, Shiro wonders about moving. Maybe a little town somewhere on the Gulf coast where Lance could grow up near the water. That wouldn't be a bad thing. Its just - the town they live in now has so many roots for both of them. Sometimes painful ones and sometimes comforting ones. Shiro doesn't want to end up trapped in the past though, not if its going to stunt Lance's growth in anyway.
His mother wouldn't have wanted that.]
Good. [He gives his son's shoulder a gentle squeeze of approval and then looks down a second later, eyebrows climbing as - ]
Oh. Huh. You've got a point there, kiddo. Well... I'm not going to leave you. [The light for the cross-walk turns green and Shiro pretends this is a great dilemma, glancing from the other side of the road down to his son and back again.
he doesn't let it last too long though, knowing his son's patience is about as long as a sneeze and, suddenly splitting into a grin, he swoops down suddenly and scoops his son, towels and all, up under his good arm with a grunt and, sure enough, checking both ways, heads across the street.]
We don't leave our wingman behind, do we?