"It's normal." Timo agrees, as he helps Ivan into his trousers. He can understand that it must have been hard not having a father's name in his for so long. At least he has one to claim now. Even if Timo isn't his father by blood, they are related, and no one could doubt that. Besides, Timo doesn't mind claiming Ivan as his own like this if it'll make him feel more normal.
Frowning faintly at Ivan speaking so casually about being hated, Timo resisted the urge to pull him into another hug, and instead focused on getting the last of his clothes on. "There. Do you feel better now?" He asked, smiling down at him as he internally debated whether or not to tell Ivan about the link that they did actually share. "I'm a bastard as well, you know." He said, finally, looking up at him. "Don't let them tell you that it's a bad thing. Or your mother's fault." He ran his fingers gently through his nephew's hair, giving him another soft smile. "If I'd known that you existed I would have made sure you were cared for better." Although he probably would have tried to appeal to his brother to take him on, he would have at least made sure that the boy was looked after. He knew what it was like to feel abandoned.
But that was by the by. He couldn't take back what had happened in the past. Ivan was here now and Timo would do his best to make sure that he felt more love here. Standing up, Timo went to hunt around in the kitchen, seeking out two small pans so he could warm up some milk for Ivan. Once the milk was on, he hunted out some stock and meat scraps to start a sort of soup, something more substantial. If Ivan wants honey in his milk he'd better speak up.
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Frowning faintly at Ivan speaking so casually about being hated, Timo resisted the urge to pull him into another hug, and instead focused on getting the last of his clothes on. "There. Do you feel better now?" He asked, smiling down at him as he internally debated whether or not to tell Ivan about the link that they did actually share. "I'm a bastard as well, you know." He said, finally, looking up at him. "Don't let them tell you that it's a bad thing. Or your mother's fault." He ran his fingers gently through his nephew's hair, giving him another soft smile. "If I'd known that you existed I would have made sure you were cared for better." Although he probably would have tried to appeal to his brother to take him on, he would have at least made sure that the boy was looked after. He knew what it was like to feel abandoned.
But that was by the by. He couldn't take back what had happened in the past. Ivan was here now and Timo would do his best to make sure that he felt more love here. Standing up, Timo went to hunt around in the kitchen, seeking out two small pans so he could warm up some milk for Ivan. Once the milk was on, he hunted out some stock and meat scraps to start a sort of soup, something more substantial. If Ivan wants honey in his milk he'd better speak up.