“It turns out he doesn't hate me as much as I thought. And I don't hate him as much as I used to. Actually... he's kinda cool," he says, with a smile on his face, "If he were my father, well, I'd be very different. No doubt he would have thought me how to apologize, or how not to ruin everything. We talked for about three hours, which is a lot more than I've talked to my own father. He told me some of the things he's been through, told me he's heard a lot of things about me... then we talked about you and he told me all of your favorite things. Then took me to the nearest town to buy all this. It was hard to find these things, because, who the hell sells pizza with spinach? It's disgusting and weird, but... I respect your tastes.”
“Thank you," I whisper, biting my lip and making a hole in
