It was a rare day when he could go on a hike with both of his parents.
His mother like she could be fretted over him, making sure that he wasn't too tired, had helped him dress appropriately, and his father was dressed less formally than usual.
Ábel smiled as he hooked his father's arm with his own before the days that he'd pick favorites, before everything fell apart.
For now, they are the Austro-Hungarian Empire, and he is still young Burgenland.
Burgenland, Ábel, stayed close in awe of their love as imperfect as it can be at times.