fourth?

you-are-destined-for-greatness:

wrapped-in-shadows:

…i’m… i’m so… hm. *he walks up to him and reaches out, putting his hand to his shoulder* …how old was your son?

 He flinches at the light touch only slightly, the feeling wasn’t something he was exactly used to, “…He’d be around thirty years old…”

*nods his head slowly, withdrawing his hand as well* thats a long time to be looking.