Alver watched patiently as the child fed himself, to what his small body could reach at least. A part of Alver wanted to just baby Luke but he fairly knew he should allow Luke to help himself. Miky probably spoils Luke as much as he can when he's around anyhow. Still, Luke deserves to be spoiled every now and then. He seems like a good kid. As the expression of the cheerful child turned sadder and sadder, Alver slightly frowned in worry, tilting his head to the side. Wondering what he said wrong to cause the ten year old such grief.

It was then Luke asked what Miky's fantasies were like in the old days, before starting to tear up and cry as the child explained Miky's more... Worrying reactions when he holed up in his little she'll. Alver hadn't really remembered things like that. Miky would indeed often state out into space, oblivious to the reality around him, but he didn't really cry. And whenever the albino did snap him out of it, he listened to these fantastic tales, world's so imaginative and beautiful, it was hard to explain into words almost. Despite how this trait of Miky was found a bit weird by many, Alver loved hearing about them. Painting the images in his own mind as they were described. It was nothing he could truly replicate, but it was one of things he liked about Miky.

The albino didn't really remember phases where it caused his childhood friend to cry however. Sure, there a few rare occasions where Miky seemed uncomfortable but that was it. Then again... Years have passed since then. Alver had confessed and got shot down, the group of friends went their seperate ways, Alver thought he remembered something about Miky's folks not being the best, and there was the fact that his beloved wife had passed. There are a few things the tall man could imagine that could sour the wonderous fantasies.

Standing up and walking around to Luke, leaning down and giving the small tiny boy a warm embrace. Right hand gently stroking the top of the gorgeous locks while his left wipes away the tears. [color=silver]"Oh sweetie it'll be okay. We'll both figure out something okay? Your Papa's little.. Spells were always a bit tricky to snap him out of, and I can't imagine they have gotten any easier. The one thing that seemed to work the most is to just show him you care and love him. He tries not to show it, but he likes to get loving attention. Or at least, show him something to catch his eye that distracts him from his spell."[/color] Alver said before thinking of a way to cheer up the child, standing up and patting Luke's head.

[color=silver]"Wait right here, I'll bring out something that will help get you a good idea of what he saw when he was your age."[/color] the tall man said before quickly rushing out and to the garage. Shuffling through a bunch of cloth wrapped rectangular shapes that consisted of his paintings. Some dustier then others. The nocturnal man opened chests, checked stacks, checked mounted ones, until he finally managed to find what he was looking for. Grasping the clothed hidden painting, Alver returned to Luke and gave a smile.

[color=silver]"It was a bit difficult to understand what your Papa saw... And how to explain them through just words.. But when we were kids I tried to sometimes paint them, just to capture the fantasy somewhere. This one was one of my favorites."[/color] Alver said before unwrapping the piece, allowing the protective cloth to fall away and reveal the piece of art from long ago.

[img]https://lh6.ggpht.com/JEW7jLcp1fnQjWSE4ZZdmKFg72LMca_GHSDqJFnCzzeFaJRGGN_h58YfrkRKPIY0cg=h900[/img]

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