[ A ghost at the door. That's what Miles feels like as he stares at the great man laid low in his bed. Aral Vorkosigan. Miles' father ... His memories light up faintly in response, but - as has been the case with the rest of Barrayar so far - it all feels distant. Like peering at them through a shroud.
He squeezes his mother's hand in response and approaches the bed. It's the eagerness that makes him worry the most. He's going to disappoint this man, he's sure of it ... ]
Count Vorkosigan. [ Wait, shit. Is that the right thing to say? He amends it to a tentative: ] Father? How are you feeling?
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He squeezes his mother's hand in response and approaches the bed. It's the eagerness that makes him worry the most. He's going to disappoint this man, he's sure of it ... ]
Count Vorkosigan. [ Wait, shit. Is that the right thing to say? He amends it to a tentative: ] Father? How are you feeling?