[He does know how it works, so he just lets him yell, only wincing slight as he continues.]
When I was first brought the baby that would be my future daughter. She was small. She couldn't speak, couldn't eat on her own, couldn't clean herself. Fundamentally, useless. But I loved her then, and I love her now. To her, then, as nothing more than a baby, her worth was in the smiles she gave me. Or the way she gripped my very large finger in her ever tiny hand. And knowing that she loved me no matter what, even when I was nothing but a tired mess.
[He just pats the other's head, soothing.]
You have worth for your kindness. You have worth for the smile you gave me, when you made that delicious omurice. You know how to crack a joke. When you fight, you fight with your passion, and heart, which is more than most others can do. It isn't about what you bring to the table. You are loved for so many little things, my dear boy. And all of that makes you worth saving, any day.
[It's so simple, but somehow it's exactly what Rin needs to hear. He's been doubting himself so much these last few days, with his failures in the CYOA and the murder he committed, and Yukio's death was like the final blow that really crumbled his resolve.
But hearing Sholmes talk about little, inconsequential things, it helps. Rin's kindness has always been in the small gestures, and being reminded of that helps ground him.
He sniffles, and he rubs at his eyes while he lets out a rough chuckle.]
[It's....such an outburst of something that seems so...obvious, yet never said, that it makes him blink, taken aback. And then, he can't help it - he barks out a laugh in reply.]
Almost certainly! I would be ever worried if I were not! Could you imagine? I'd raise a daughter for ten years, and nobody would consider me a father! It would be unimaginable!
[Except...]
[That's what happened, until recently, because he made it so, because he didn't feel he deserved it, because she had a true father, and it wasn't his right to declare that, and...]
[Yeah, he can't help it. He's a bit watery-eyed, too.]
You think that, don't you? You talk about your daughter all the time, but you never talk about what it's like to be a dad.
[He sees you, Sholmes. And he sees those watery eyes.]
My old man isn't my biological father, but he's still the only person I call Dad. Blood doesn't matter when it comes to family. I'm sure your daughter feels the same way too.
Ah. Well. The situation was complicated. But recently, she...she acknowledged me as her father. I think in all my years of being a great detective, that was the grandest happiness I have achieved.
[No solution to a mystery or a case could stand up to that.]
So...yes. [And he uses the back of his arm to wipe over his eyes.] Blood is only so much. The bonds you have and share...those are the precious things.
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[He does know how it works, so he just lets him yell, only wincing slight as he continues.]
When I was first brought the baby that would be my future daughter. She was small. She couldn't speak, couldn't eat on her own, couldn't clean herself. Fundamentally, useless. But I loved her then, and I love her now. To her, then, as nothing more than a baby, her worth was in the smiles she gave me. Or the way she gripped my very large finger in her ever tiny hand. And knowing that she loved me no matter what, even when I was nothing but a tired mess.
[He just pats the other's head, soothing.]
You have worth for your kindness. You have worth for the smile you gave me, when you made that delicious omurice. You know how to crack a joke. When you fight, you fight with your passion, and heart, which is more than most others can do. It isn't about what you bring to the table. You are loved for so many little things, my dear boy. And all of that makes you worth saving, any day.
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But hearing Sholmes talk about little, inconsequential things, it helps. Rin's kindness has always been in the small gestures, and being reminded of that helps ground him.
He sniffles, and he rubs at his eyes while he lets out a rough chuckle.]
God, you're such a dad!
[He means it lovingly, honest.]
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[It's....such an outburst of something that seems so...obvious, yet never said, that it makes him blink, taken aback. And then, he can't help it - he barks out a laugh in reply.]
Almost certainly! I would be ever worried if I were not! Could you imagine? I'd raise a daughter for ten years, and nobody would consider me a father! It would be unimaginable!
[Except...]
[That's what happened, until recently, because he made it so, because he didn't feel he deserved it, because she had a true father, and it wasn't his right to declare that, and...]
[Yeah, he can't help it. He's a bit watery-eyed, too.]
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[He sees you, Sholmes. And he sees those watery eyes.]
My old man isn't my biological father, but he's still the only person I call Dad. Blood doesn't matter when it comes to family. I'm sure your daughter feels the same way too.
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[No solution to a mystery or a case could stand up to that.]
So...yes. [And he uses the back of his arm to wipe over his eyes.] Blood is only so much. The bonds you have and share...those are the precious things.
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[He smiles.]
And you get it now too, so that's good. No forgetting it, got it?