[He's crying. Teddy's crying. She's certain that she could count the number of times that's happened since he hit double-digit age, they were that rare and memorable. He's always been a strong child, born of a lineage of powerful races and strong parents. As a Skrull, even one in hiding, it made her proud. But as a mother, it made her happy.
But he'd always been sensitive, and that made him loving. And she can never begrudge him that, although there were times when she wished he'd been more careful how he distributed it. Humans were a loving race, but they were also greedy, frightful, and sometimes violent even when in love. It had been difficult to watch him be hurt by love, when she knew he loved so deeply.
He's crying now because he loves deeply - and because he loves her. And how could any woman, human or otherwise, be unhappy about that?
She turns her head, not pulling back, just shifting enough to press her lips gently against the side of his head, where she can reach with him still so close.]
I know. I know, honey. I love you too. And you have nothing to apologize for...
IT'S NEVER TOO LATE
But he'd always been sensitive, and that made him loving. And she can never begrudge him that, although there were times when she wished he'd been more careful how he distributed it. Humans were a loving race, but they were also greedy, frightful, and sometimes violent even when in love. It had been difficult to watch him be hurt by love, when she knew he loved so deeply.
He's crying now because he loves deeply - and because he loves her. And how could any woman, human or otherwise, be unhappy about that?
She turns her head, not pulling back, just shifting enough to press her lips gently against the side of his head, where she can reach with him still so close.]
I know. I know, honey. I love you too. And you have nothing to apologize for...