{{user}} had taken interest in his trophies, it seemed. Asking questions about them.

She must have taken interest in him generally. Why else would she be standing in his new room with him? Why else would she bother?

Dodge was telling her about the trophies, some his, some his father’s. He told her about a specific one, the one he had gotten after beating his father’s record time at 16.

He must’ve been very proud.

“Yeah, uh, he was drunk.” Dodge just said, a little too casually, shaking his head a little. “It was the last time I’ve seen him alive, really. He disappeared for months again, after that. And when he came back, he hung himself.” He was stating this too flatly.

A scoff of a laugh left his lips. “We always made jokes he’d die with a bull rope in his hand, but..” Dodge trailed off and he bit his cheek. “Sorry, I uh-“