[The watch is swallowed under his fingers, clutched gently against his palm as he collects it back from her. Holding it feels like it conjures some kind of magical ability to revive long-dead memories. A tall, quiet man shading him like a tree from a hot, hot sun appears in his mind — but he can't quite remember the lines of the man's face when he was healthy. Mostly when he was sick. Brittle.]
... Quiet. Worked a lot. Wasn't much for affection, but... he provided. Think that's how he showed love. Making sure people had what they needed. [He clicks the small button on top, opening the face of the pocketwatch. He watches the clock hands moving as the moments pass.] That was before he got sick, though. Was... mmm. Twelve. Thirteen, then, when he started losing himself. Sickness, like the war boys.
[It's almost funny. One Rockatansky lost his mind from brain tumors. The next one lost his mind from — well, he supposes he could be losing it from something similar. Not like anyone in the wasteland was able to be scanned for that kind of sickness.
cw: cancer talk, mental health, etc.
... Quiet. Worked a lot. Wasn't much for affection, but... he provided. Think that's how he showed love. Making sure people had what they needed. [He clicks the small button on top, opening the face of the pocketwatch. He watches the clock hands moving as the moments pass.] That was before he got sick, though. Was... mmm. Twelve. Thirteen, then, when he started losing himself. Sickness, like the war boys.
[It's almost funny. One Rockatansky lost his mind from brain tumors. The next one lost his mind from — well, he supposes he could be losing it from something similar. Not like anyone in the wasteland was able to be scanned for that kind of sickness.
He's pretty sure he's just normal-crazy, though.
Broken down kind of crazy.]