The things Cash was saying were not surprising, exactly, because Theo could have guessed as much, that was how those old moneyed purist families sometimes were – or at least looked from the outside, foreign and cold and formal, all duty and no affection – but it was one thing to have that idea on the fringes of his mind, and another to hear it said aloud, starkly damning, a son about his own father.
Theo’s chest was tight with anger for Cash’s sake, at that unfairness. He had hated his father for many things, but in spite of everything, he had always known his father loved him. How hard would it have been for a man like Cash’s father to – care even a little about his son?
He squeezed Cash’s arm in sympathy – and he had meant the gesture to be brief, but just then Theo heard the last remark and forgot to retract his hand, too distracted. He bit the inside of his cheek, wary of the possibilities. “Change your life how?”
Theo’s chest was tight with anger for Cash’s sake, at that unfairness. He had hated his father for many things, but in spite of everything, he had always known his father loved him. How hard would it have been for a man like Cash’s father to – care even a little about his son?
He squeezed Cash’s arm in sympathy – and he had meant the gesture to be brief, but just then Theo heard the last remark and forgot to retract his hand, too distracted. He bit the inside of his cheek, wary of the possibilities. “Change your life how?”
