Hesitantly, he mimics her gesture. It's a small, kind thing.
But at her question, he looks a little caught off-guard, as though she'd said something utterly strange. It takes him a moment to remember, oh, yeah, this is the first time she's heard anything particular about his past. How would she know anything about his mother? He had usually elected to let the world around him talk about their problems, their pasts, what makes them tick; and then, he would go cold and quiet at the thought of opening up. Furiosa had seen it firsthand, when his family had been brought up.
Or, well. Being married anyway. One part of the puzzle. Jessie was a dangerously unwinding thread, but the idea of talking about Sprog... Just couldn't.
Blessedly, his parents were an easier topic.
In a way, it's almost like stepping into the shallow end of a rushing river.
Acclimating to what shapes the man next to her.
And he thinks she'll find his response jarring, considering the place she'd come from.]
Mmm... My mother left us when I was young... Too young to remember most of her. [He gently slips the pocket watch into one of his inner jacket pockets.] She stepped out. Never stepped back in. Found a different world to be a part of, I guess.
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Hesitantly, he mimics her gesture. It's a small, kind thing.
But at her question, he looks a little caught off-guard, as though she'd said something utterly strange. It takes him a moment to remember, oh, yeah, this is the first time she's heard anything particular about his past. How would she know anything about his mother? He had usually elected to let the world around him talk about their problems, their pasts, what makes them tick; and then, he would go cold and quiet at the thought of opening up. Furiosa had seen it firsthand, when his family had been brought up.
Or, well. Being married anyway. One part of the puzzle. Jessie was a dangerously unwinding thread, but the idea of talking about Sprog... Just couldn't.
Blessedly, his parents were an easier topic.
In a way, it's almost like stepping into the shallow end of a rushing river.
Acclimating to what shapes the man next to her.
And he thinks she'll find his response jarring, considering the place she'd come from.]
Mmm... My mother left us when I was young... Too young to remember most of her. [He gently slips the pocket watch into one of his inner jacket pockets.] She stepped out. Never stepped back in. Found a different world to be a part of, I guess.