I... [Attempting to get some semblance of Poker Face back together again in front of dad isn't as easy as he'd wish it was. But he needs it, just to talk about this with him at all.

And then he remembers he doesn't have to say anything, and it's going to hurt this time, but at least it's going to be a good, clean sort of hurt, rather than the long, drawn out sort. Right? He hopes.

A dramatic snap of the fingers later, and he's Kid. And, like always, a tiny bit more distanced from things. Not by much, but enough.]

While I was like this. The rules got broken. There was no one else, but this was far more than enough.