Foggy isn't angry with God. Foggy isn't sure he believes in God. Foggy's... just grieving. Angry. Hurt. Missing part of himself that is gone for good, not just gone and down the block and haunting the streets. Foggy can't sleep and drinks too much and works too hard and knows he's lucky that Marci has been willing to be his soft-ish place to land.
He reaches out as the boy skids up next to him, hand cupping the back of his head the way he would his nieces or nephews. "Hey? What sad man, kiddo?" He looks up instinctive, checking the backroom door and then out towards the church, where he can see Father Lantom, proving that it isn't him. "You got one of the older boys staying here?"
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Date: 2020-11-02 11:30 am (UTC)He reaches out as the boy skids up next to him, hand cupping the back of his head the way he would his nieces or nephews. "Hey? What sad man, kiddo?" He looks up instinctive, checking the backroom door and then out towards the church, where he can see Father Lantom, proving that it isn't him. "You got one of the older boys staying here?"