Part 759: Libra (Father) A

And then Ma pulls out that li'l umbrella of hers, and she says-

Heh heh...

...What are ya laughing for? I ain't even at the punchline yet.

I'm just glad we're able to talk like this, Brady. I'll admit, I was a little shocked when I first saw you. You seemed kinda... scary.

Yeah, well. Sorry I'm all scary. I guess if you don't like it, do a better job of raising the real deal.

What, you mean the Brady of this era?

Yeah. I ain't your real son, anyway. I mean, not exactly.

...... Brady, I...

Aw, what? What's with that face? I don't need no pity.

Unlike some of the other kids, I ain't jealous of the Brady from this timeline. We're two different cats, yeah? No hard feelings. Once the real one's born, you can forget about me. I'll bow out all graceful-like.

Brady, how can you say that after we've gotten so close? You think I'd just cast you aside once my son is born? I would never do that. You're my friend, Brady. ...And my son.

Pop, I... *sniff* Aw, damn. I decided not to cry, and then ya go and say crap like that... *sniffle* I was lyin' about what I said before, Pop! It does matter to me! Please don't forget me! Just...remember that we were good pals once, yeah? Real chums.

I could never forget you, Son. I'll remember you until the gods call me home and love you as my future self would.

Okay, no more talk of dyin'. If you go boots up before me, I'll douse your grave in more tea than ya can stand. I'll play my violin and do a backflip if I have to. Don't try me, old-timer!

Ha! Then I suppose it's settled. I can't very well die now, can I?