[ It's not something that Stede allows himself to think about too often; he doesn't regret choosing his life, finding some solace on the sea away from the misery of life in Barbados. He does regret the fact that his children are so far away, that he may not see them grown, that they will remember their father as the man who abandoned them rather than the person who played games with them. That stings.
There isn't any time to be spared on thinking of what he has lost. Stede can't let himself do that or he'd fall into a never-ending trap. He's much happier here, with his crew, with the sea below him, with Ed... Here. With him. In whatever capacity that might be.
He doesn't think when he feels a hand touching against his head, tilting to lean into it, no hesitation in his movement. ]
No. You're getting me far less damp than they used to. [ Smiling, he lets one hand slip away from Ed's hair, touching his neck gently, almost anchoring him. ] I'm much happier here.
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There isn't any time to be spared on thinking of what he has lost. Stede can't let himself do that or he'd fall into a never-ending trap. He's much happier here, with his crew, with the sea below him, with Ed... Here. With him. In whatever capacity that might be.
He doesn't think when he feels a hand touching against his head, tilting to lean into it, no hesitation in his movement. ]
No. You're getting me far less damp than they used to. [ Smiling, he lets one hand slip away from Ed's hair, touching his neck gently, almost anchoring him. ] I'm much happier here.