[ An unexpected tightness in his chest, clenching only to expand, full up of something intangible. Like for a moment he can once again bridge dimensions and something from some opalescent place has crossed the divide and made a den of his ribcage.
He casts a look at Damian. It's too raw a sentiment to smile over. For Stephen Strange to be a better parent than any other is not a happy state of affairs, however much strangled pride it fills him with.
He's going to miss this boy turned man when it all finally comes to an end. ]
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He casts a look at Damian. It's too raw a sentiment to smile over. For Stephen Strange to be a better parent than any other is not a happy state of affairs, however much strangled pride it fills him with.
He's going to miss this boy turned man when it all finally comes to an end. ]
You were welcome to it.