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Conor's POV
It's kinda weird seeing my granddad alive in the flesh. It's also kinda weird seeing him death-stare some random guy across the table from him. I should ask him why he's doing that but what do i say honestly?
It's surreal. I've seen him in videos and photos but sitting down right in front of me is pretty...eh...weird.
So we awkwardly sit together. Again. We don't really share much in common besides the last name and DNA. And he probably doesn't know half the things I like. It's not that I don't want to say, but what if the things I like are weird to him? And, he's my grandfather but he could easily pass as my father. Not just age wise, but the point is still the same. So, I look through my phone.
He finally says something to break the tense silence.
"This is going to take a lot of time to get adjusted to. It's like sleeping and then waking up and it turns out you're in a whole new world."
I nod. I'm not that good at talking to people. Anyways, he's getting discharged in 3 or 4 days. A bit annoying since everyone keeps harassing me about it. But I guess that alright, because big moment or something like that. The silence is getting larger. And more intense. He stares at me very intensely. He looks back at the random guy. So I ask him.
"Do you know him? Is he some sorta friend of yours?" I'm not sure how I know this. I'm just going off on feelings but, he seems pretty pissed. Very pissed. Triple pissed.
I'll ask him later.