in the days that followed your boys death, everything had become a blur. For you it was horrid, no sleeping, and repeating that night over and over again. For Aegon, it was drinking and raging. You had not seen each-other for days, and while you took comfort in being with your surviving child- Aegon disappeared. It was hard to hide your confusion when he appeared in the child’s room

“Can I speak with you?” he asks softly, works cracking, knuckles tense.