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Understanding what he meant, Kaden frowned a bit before kissing Deiru's head. "Hm, well father figures are just men you see as someone you care a lot for...but not romantically, which is how I see Vic. He means a lot to me, taught me a lot in life, but if he ever put a hand on me I'd probably break his arm. I've done it before and I regret it." Kaden smiled against Deiru's head and nodded.
Grabbing his clothes, he walked over to the washing machine and threw it inside, deciding to wash whatever was inside. Ever since Deiru came into the house, it seemed laundry always needed to be done at the end of the way, and Kaden knew it was mostly his own fault.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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