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"He likes his space, dad."
"Your mother and I liked space too," Owen agrees with a nod. Then, he looks down at the soup in front of him, spoon clinking on the side of the bowl as he stirs, "and then we got a divorce," He adds at almost a whisper, as if he and the vegetables were in on a secret and only they were supposed to hear.
"You and mom also fought constantly," TK finally snaps, pointing at his father with the spoon in his hand, driblets of the broth falling onto the table, "Alex and I don't. We disagree, we don't fight." He ignores the way Owen looks between the mess and his face and stares intently at the remnants of his dinner.
"He's disagreeing with you, is more like it," Owen grumbles around the spoon in his mouth.
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A little insight on the couple weeks before the biggest proposal fail of the century, because I can't stop thinking about pre-canon TK, ever.