hi
"You... knew my dad?"
"He and I were cell buddies. "
"Oh, " His eyes drooped at the corners gloomily. "How... how was he?"
"...Sad. His eyes always looked like yours are right now."
Loess tried his best to change his expression. The man snorted at that.
"He called me 'Son', like he knew me from somewhere. He told me stories about his life. Told me stories about you."
Loess grunts, trying to clear his throat of the lump that is there. "Huh."
"Miss him?"
The question makes the boy meet his eyes with his glossy gray ones. The boy gets off his chair, sauntering away. "Y-you can sleep in my bed if you want." He waved slightly, not waiting for his objection, he left.