More than Just the Gloomies

Ollie shrugged sheepishly, "Oh, I knew that, I guess it's just becoming a habit now." He replied. It was always strange to see Dad alone, without Halo, peering down at him as he could see them through the haze of his childhood. He didn't take the seat beside him, Ollie sat before him. Whispy concern through his deep green eyes, a slight hue shift from his father's teals.

He bowed his head and accepted the tender kiss, then titled his head to the side as he searched his father's eyes. Trying to pull out the grief from them, as if that was all it could take.
He sighed, "The treehouse is great, you built it well. We'll probably have a new guy with us up there too." He replied, referring to the small Seneca.

He closed his eyes as his father brushed the top of them and lingered over the family mark over his eye. He could almost taste his own grief at his mother leaving but it wasn't about him, not now.
"Dad... I'm worried about you." He announced, opening his eyes to look at him squarely. "You haven't eaten well. You're barely about beyond your minimal duties. I brought you some of your favorite snacks. And Wylan made this great honey treat you should try." He said, bringing the basket closer.

"Can you tell me what's been going on?" He knew he missed Halo desperately, but he couldn't just say it out outright. Maybe there was more than just her missing that was bothering him.

"Speech"