[Trevor, on the other hand, thought that Adrian had been referring to him and Sypha - both orphans, both adopted in a sense by him, though not in a fatherly way - and narrows his eyes]
My family stole everything we could from your dad. That cloak is warmer than anything I’ve ever owned. It’s not like I’m trying to dress up and pretend I’m him.
Death killed me while you took a nap somewhere outside our current reality. If you get credit for that, I get credit for whatever soul-scathing things Greta said to everybody.
[He's glad for the medium of text now. Easier not to seem agitated. She is quite to his not terribly discriminating tastes. It just seems weird and presumptuous. Maybe they flirted a bit. But that was quite possibly just whistling in the dark.]
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I'm not going to call you dad.
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Greta seems nice.
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Sounds...romantic?
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It's just an odd first assumption.
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