[ He makes an expression that's mostly a grimace as he rubs a hand over his face. Shoulders slumping slightly, he offers her a half-hearted smile that doesn't come anywhere close to reaching his eyes. ]
My father. [ He supplies the answer with a wince and a sigh. ] Peach of a man, as you can tell. Now they really are trying to haunt me.
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My father. [ He supplies the answer with a wince and a sigh. ] Peach of a man, as you can tell. Now they really are trying to haunt me.