A/N: Puisque Darlian est fabuleux, Tom Cronin mérite le temps dans le projecteur et c'est vraiment amusement à continuer. Et parce que je peux.
(Yes, I used a translator, but my French is awful if I'm not in school. And I don't want to humiliate myself.)
Robert looks up at his Daddy when they're sitting on the couch together, watching Sunday (because those bastards at ESPN took Monday) Night Football, and asks him:
"Why do you look tired?"
Daddy glances down at Robert and says nothing for exactly ten seconds.
During this time, the Broncos quarterback finds himself pulverized by the Patriot defense and one of the linebackers receives a foul for elbowing the guy tailing him. The game--held in Denver, the wind and snow fusing into an awfully cold, wet mess--finds itself up in arms as Bronco fans roar their disapproval.
The ref, tight-lipped, remains adamant.
And Robert, still looking up at his father quizzically, calls his name.
"Daddy?"
Tom shakes his head, pulling out of his reverie, and hugs his six-year-old son closer, kissing the top of his head.
"Work makes Daddy tired," he says after a minute, still watching the t.v. screen although his mind is elsewhere. "Work makes Daddy very, very tired."
Robert blinks for a moment, considering this, and then asks:
"Why don't you just quit?"
Tom's pause is a lot longer, then.