Inigo: “Hey,” Inigo sits by your bedside with a strained smile. He’s shaking, but he’s still grinning as though he’s still the happiest man on earth. “Look what I made for you. It kept me busy. I think it’s nice though. Come on dear, won’t you look at it?” He’s dangling a little charm he made out of pressed flowers, but of course, you won’t budge. You’re gone, after all.
He doesn’t even know if he wants to see another flower again. There’ll be plenty on your casket after all. At that thought he has to press his fist against his mouth to stifle the sob he’s repressed for so long.
But, he knows you’ve loved his little creations so much. Maybe…maybe they’d help keep your memory around the house.
He goes over to the crib, and hooks around the little charm to decorate baby Morgan’s space. He’s sound asleep, unaware of anything that’s going around him.
Inigo feels jealous. Oh what would he give to go to sleep and never wake back up again.
But he’s always been there for those who needed him, and dammit, if he can survive against a dragon, he can raise a child.
“Time to smile, Inigo,” he tells himself, and his mouth forms an ugly grimace before he breaks down completely.