It's a little strange, celebrating such a holiday. Even if it had existed during his time, there would have been little to actually commemorate. Perhaps he would have given a card or small gift to Achilles, wordlessly leaving it by his bedside and never speaking another word about it.
But things were far different now - both his father and his grandfather were suddenly, mysteriously, alive and well in this world they had found themselves in. Where only months before he never even would have considered giving Haytham a gift to celebrate his fatherhood, now he felt it only right.
So on this day, he has invited Haytham to visit him at the homestead, where he had prepared a small breakfast for them to share, as well as a rather large, flat gift, wrapped in dark blue waiting in one of the chairs located in the study.
"Thank you for coming, father. I am thankful that I am able to spend this day with you."
Haytham is, quite truthfully, very surprised at the invitation. Not suspicious, because Co- Ratonhnhake:ton is not that sort. He can be sneaky, of course he can be, just like his mother. It's surprising how much of her he sees in the boy, how much of it hurts. But it's best to keep a lid on those things, to put it aside as best he can. He's not a good father, he knows that, and he doesn't know why his son is trying to pretend he is.
Maybe things can be different. Perhaps they can begin to fix things, like he is attempting with his own father.
"Thank you, Ratonhnhake:ton. It's incredibly kind of you." He says, and that is the truth. Haytham doesn't have a place he actively calls his own, he stays at inns or with associates. His own home is in London, but it's been a long time since he was there last. "I have to admit, I wasn't expecting it."
Father's Day Because It's What Ziio Would Have Wanted
But things were far different now - both his father and his grandfather were suddenly, mysteriously, alive and well in this world they had found themselves in. Where only months before he never even would have considered giving Haytham a gift to celebrate his fatherhood, now he felt it only right.
So on this day, he has invited Haytham to visit him at the homestead, where he had prepared a small breakfast for them to share, as well as a rather large, flat gift, wrapped in dark blue waiting in one of the chairs located in the study.
"Thank you for coming, father. I am thankful that I am able to spend this day with you."
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Maybe things can be different. Perhaps they can begin to fix things, like he is attempting with his own father.
"Thank you, Ratonhnhake:ton. It's incredibly kind of you." He says, and that is the truth. Haytham doesn't have a place he actively calls his own, he stays at inns or with associates. His own home is in London, but it's been a long time since he was there last. "I have to admit, I wasn't expecting it."