[ What a relief. Flynn's voice comes out a little weak with it as he pushes himself back to his feet and takes a step back to stand beside Estelle while the man—his father? Goddess above— adjusts the little boy's grip and his feet.
Flynn swallows, his fingers flexing uselessly. ]
He.... must be. It's hard to imagine I was ever so small. So then, this man must be... my father?
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Flynn swallows, his fingers flexing uselessly. ]
He.... must be. It's hard to imagine I was ever so small. So then, this man must be... my father?