DeliciousMaiden
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She had thought it a safe topic of conversation, but she didn't miss his initial reaction and she watched as the emotions played across his face until he averted his gaze focusing instead upon their joined hands.
"No childhood sweetheart to speak of."
He told her first, the tension in his voice not due to a romantic secret she guessed.
"It's a little difficult when you come from a broken home. Drunk and abusive father, cowardly mother, you know the drill."
She saw him shrug dismissively and met his eyes to hers once more. She didn't actually know 'the drill' and could hardly imagine what his childhood had been like.
"I visit almost obligatorily ya know? Mostly for the sake of appearances."
She nodded silently letting him continue.
"They're just not a big part of my life anymore...hell, I can barely even call that place home anymore..."
It was her turn to move her hands to squeeze his in silent support.
"... that sounds tough ... "
She murmured not wanting to offer platitudes.
"I didn't have anything like that. Dad didn't bother to be abusive or to be anything. He left the scene before I hit those difficult teenage years. Mum did what she could, but even though she tried not to let it show, she was devastated."
It didn't compare to his experience, but she wanted to be as open with him as he had been with her
"I don't have a family base now either and no family to speak of anymore. Only child syndrome ... "
It was her turn to shrug, though her eyes never left his face hoping that he didn't think she was offering her childhood as a comparison and that he realised that she was just sharing her own experience as he had.
"No childhood sweetheart to speak of."
He told her first, the tension in his voice not due to a romantic secret she guessed.
"It's a little difficult when you come from a broken home. Drunk and abusive father, cowardly mother, you know the drill."
She saw him shrug dismissively and met his eyes to hers once more. She didn't actually know 'the drill' and could hardly imagine what his childhood had been like.
"I visit almost obligatorily ya know? Mostly for the sake of appearances."
She nodded silently letting him continue.
"They're just not a big part of my life anymore...hell, I can barely even call that place home anymore..."
It was her turn to move her hands to squeeze his in silent support.
"... that sounds tough ... "
She murmured not wanting to offer platitudes.
"I didn't have anything like that. Dad didn't bother to be abusive or to be anything. He left the scene before I hit those difficult teenage years. Mum did what she could, but even though she tried not to let it show, she was devastated."
It didn't compare to his experience, but she wanted to be as open with him as he had been with her
"I don't have a family base now either and no family to speak of anymore. Only child syndrome ... "
It was her turn to shrug, though her eyes never left his face hoping that he didn't think she was offering her childhood as a comparison and that he realised that she was just sharing her own experience as he had.