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From Chapter 4:
Dave’s shoulders hunched. He pulled his legs on the bed and pushed his back against the wall that was covered in posters of the Avengers. There was also once poster of Daft Punk, bought from a gig they’d gone to see two years ago in Portsmouth, one photo of Han Solo, and a family photo taken after the wedding, Vera still with cake around her mouth.
Paul stared at the photo, eyes sweeping over Dave’s grinning face. The boy seemed genuinely happy and proud, standing between his fathers, holding up the marriage certificate. It was no wonder Paul sometimes struggled with Dave’s teenage angst, since he still saw that kind, clever, and social boy instead of the grumpy cave troll they seemed to be living with. He just… he saw such potential in Dave… he just hoped that it would come to shine one day, that one day Dave would come downstairs and give that wide, happy grin, and maybe give Paul a hug, even. and Paul would know that it was finally over… Until Vera’s puberty started.