[Farrah pulls back to explain further. Though it's not entirely surprising at this point, it still pains him to hear that her parents have dismissed her that much. He's angry, on her behalf, but before that emotion can even settle--
You're what I'd want my dad to be like, if I was picking.
Salieri can't help but suck in a small breath at that, feeling as though there's something tight and aching around his ribs, but it's hardly terrible; instead, it's quite the opposite. He swallows, hard, reaching up to frame her face gently with his hands so he can look her in the eye.]
Farrah-- [he's trying to keep his voice steady, even as her face swims a bit through the tears that he's failing to blink away, a few escaping to roll down his cheeks, smearing his makeup] --there is nothing that I would consider a higher honor than being a father that you chose.
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You're what I'd want my dad to be like, if I was picking.
Salieri can't help but suck in a small breath at that, feeling as though there's something tight and aching around his ribs, but it's hardly terrible; instead, it's quite the opposite. He swallows, hard, reaching up to frame her face gently with his hands so he can look her in the eye.]
Farrah-- [he's trying to keep his voice steady, even as her face swims a bit through the tears that he's failing to blink away, a few escaping to roll down his cheeks, smearing his makeup] --there is nothing that I would consider a higher honor than being a father that you chose.