"Like I said, it... it's fine, you know?" babbled Talin, the centaur currently cooped over the red, circular table with a smile. A smile, quite obviously, that was fake, and the one thing that gave him away? The tears that easily dripped from his eyes, though that was more than understandable.
He had just been given the fact he was going to be forced to leave his home, his family, when the new child was born, and that birth would ultimately become bittersweet. When the boy or girl arrived, it would mark a new chapter in his life, where he could have another child to bring up through the years... though it would also mean not being able to be around it because of the looming pressure of having to leave and live alone, god-knows-where, in the city full of technology and modernism he was not accustomed to.
Hell, he had had to have help simply working a coffee machine, so working how a TV worked, or having to learn how to get a job somewhere in the vibrant, loud, overcrowded city, the antithesis of his quiet forest home? It was all daunting and far too hard to stomach at the moment. The only thing that could distract him, really, were his kids, and quietly managed a smile to both teens in his usual tendency to reassure them and make them feel better, rather than recognise how crappy he himself felt.
"Go get me a coffee, I don't want to have to fuss around with that-- fetch yourself some tea and cake too," he sighed heavily, smiling at Alex once he reached to guide his wheelchair and manoeuvre himself towards the coffee machine obediently, and once he had, the centaur shot his younger son a quiet smile. "So, are you and him okay now? Not arguing anymore?"