[ There's a defensive huff, her hand running through her hair as she gestures vaguely around them. ]
Nothing's wrong with him. It's a dream - memory - I don't know. Both. One you weren't in.
[ Which is why her dad seems to be going about things the way he always has, their quiet, peaceful silence as he starts to roast his own marshmallow, holding a stick out in her direction that she goes to take with a sigh. Come on, Chloe - show an old man how it's done. She doesn't move for the fire, though, even if her dad shifts like she's about to take a seat next to him on the log. ]
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Nothing's wrong with him. It's a dream - memory - I don't know. Both. One you weren't in.
[ Which is why her dad seems to be going about things the way he always has, their quiet, peaceful silence as he starts to roast his own marshmallow, holding a stick out in her direction that she goes to take with a sigh. Come on, Chloe - show an old man how it's done. She doesn't move for the fire, though, even if her dad shifts like she's about to take a seat next to him on the log. ]
But it's different now.