A lump caught in Torro's throat. He shook his head slowly.
"No. Unfortunately the opportunity has never presented itself for me. And at this point in my life I'm not sure it'll ever be a reality for me." He looked down at Tinker, longing, willing her to understand but also terrified that she'd figure out and pull away. He simply wished that things could be different, that he could be younger, that she could see him the way she saw him. He sighed and smiled. The doom and gloom was a mindset he realized he needed to snap himself out of. It did no good for anybody.
"So your kits will get Uncle Torro's full attention!"
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