hear the bells ringing? ;; jor

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"i am sure you can get that confidence even without somebody by your side." the words were firm and he looked up to think. time passed and he hadn't realised she had written before he heard her take a ragged breath, and he read the words that were now etched out. "your daughter seemed beautiful," he murmured, stepping closer to her and gently placing a paw on her shoulder. if she so wished she could rest her head against his form for however long she wished.
as she started writing about her son the panther narrowed his optics. her son reminded him of damion, in a way. he didn't know how many people the hellhound had opened up to, but he could see similarities between the two. letting the weight of her words sink in he nodded. he did have to visit asmodeus again sometime soon, check if he was okay after the gathering had occured. "i will. i have been long overdue to see my son, my children, again." he corrected himself with a deep chuckle before mind racing back to something she had said earlier. lifting his paw to direct her attention to what she said about confidence. "what was it about him that made you confident?"

#psychosocial.