“Oh,” Alexander said softly, grimacing in apology, before smiling as the question was thrown back at him. “None,” he copied her tone with a small smile as he turned on the swing to face her, letting his ‘World Best Dad’ tee-shirt be more easily visible. It was something his sister-in-law had gotten for him, and he loved it. “My daughter is in day-care today,” he said easily. “I’m scouting parks to visit with her.” It was easy to hear how much he loved his little girl in every word and motion of his body.
Alexander smiled at his companion, then took another sip of his coffee. The cup was almost empty now, and the heat had gone out of what little coffee was left. He took another swig, emptying the takeaway cup. Leaning over, he placed it beside the pole, and then sat up right again. He’d put the cup in the bin on the way out of the park. For now, he turned a curious glance upon his companion, and gave a small smile. “I hope you don’t mind if my inner child joins you on the swing.” Alexander didn’t really wait for an answer, as he pushed backwards and then let the swing drift forward, his legs folding under and then reaching out appropriately.
After several swings, and some thoughtful introspection, Alexander turned his attention upon his companion and offered a sheepish smile. “I’m Alex,” he said through his awkward smile, releasing the right chain so he could sweep his hair back from his eyes, which were sparkling with mirth. He wasn’t very good at making friends; it was something Joshua had been far better at, and most of Alexander’s friends had been by proxy; they were Joshua’s friends, therefore they were Alexander’s. But Alexander was trying to rectify that, even if that meant chatting to strangers in the most unique of settings. Like after having coffee spilt on him, or joining a stranger on the swings in a random park.
Alexander smiled at his companion, then took another sip of his coffee. The cup was almost empty now, and the heat had gone out of what little coffee was left. He took another swig, emptying the takeaway cup. Leaning over, he placed it beside the pole, and then sat up right again. He’d put the cup in the bin on the way out of the park. For now, he turned a curious glance upon his companion, and gave a small smile. “I hope you don’t mind if my inner child joins you on the swing.” Alexander didn’t really wait for an answer, as he pushed backwards and then let the swing drift forward, his legs folding under and then reaching out appropriately.
After several swings, and some thoughtful introspection, Alexander turned his attention upon his companion and offered a sheepish smile. “I’m Alex,” he said through his awkward smile, releasing the right chain so he could sweep his hair back from his eyes, which were sparkling with mirth. He wasn’t very good at making friends; it was something Joshua had been far better at, and most of Alexander’s friends had been by proxy; they were Joshua’s friends, therefore they were Alexander’s. But Alexander was trying to rectify that, even if that meant chatting to strangers in the most unique of settings. Like after having coffee spilt on him, or joining a stranger on the swings in a random park.
