[If he'd taken the stairs he wouldn't feel so useless, standing about in an elevator. But finally, he reaches their floor, and runs for their flat, fumbling the key into the door and trying to remember to breathe.
He's also trying to make a good sort of first impression but he makes it to the living room, sees Melody, his daughter, hiding behind Amy, and he takes a few steps towards them and then loses his composure. He drags the back of his hand across his eyes and tries to speak without too much warbling.]
Erh...hi, Amy. Hi, Melody. [He walks closer again. His wife and daughter together, he can almost pretend like they won, that they all grew up together like a proper family.]
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He's also trying to make a good sort of first impression but he makes it to the living room, sees Melody, his daughter, hiding behind Amy, and he takes a few steps towards them and then loses his composure. He drags the back of his hand across his eyes and tries to speak without too much warbling.]
Erh...hi, Amy. Hi, Melody. [He walks closer again. His wife and daughter together, he can almost pretend like they won, that they all grew up together like a proper family.]