[Hey, hey, fridges aren't anywhere near as complicated to figure out as dishwashers are. A cabinet with a door that's cold inside? Would clearly do for a cellar. The fridge even has a decent selection of food, eggs and various meats, milk and juice, even a few assorted vegetables, fruits, and condiments.
There's also a bottle of ketchup in there, but it's notably positioned well away from everything else.
Lloyd follows his father into the kitchen, suddenly feeling awkward again. Kratos hasn't cooked anything for him since they were on the Journey of Regeneration. Now here he is, like nothing ever happened. How does he even act?]
So, um...
[Lloyd fumbles for something to say.]
About the other night. I, uh... you know... Thanks. For... for all that.
[For getting him off the roof so he didn't break his neck, for getting him home, getting him to the toilet to puke out his guts, and putting up with all the stupid things Lloyd had said and did.]
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There's also a bottle of ketchup in there, but it's notably positioned well away from everything else.
Lloyd follows his father into the kitchen, suddenly feeling awkward again. Kratos hasn't cooked anything for him since they were on the Journey of Regeneration. Now here he is, like nothing ever happened. How does he even act?]
So, um...
[Lloyd fumbles for something to say.]
About the other night. I, uh... you know... Thanks. For... for all that.
[For getting him off the roof so he didn't break his neck, for getting him home, getting him to the toilet to puke out his guts, and putting up with all the stupid things Lloyd had said and did.]