[Unfortunately, the depths of his grumpiness are a practical abyss.]
[Again, there's that feeling, that almost prickly feeling that something is off. Something is wrong. He has to have had a family at one point, and yet, he doesn't remember their faces, or their names.]
None. [His hand resting on the telescope trembles, and he shoves it into his coat pocket to hide it.]
Enough about me. [His tone is sharp, his eyes obscured by his glasses.] Tell me about your family. Is it big? Small?
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[Again, there's that feeling, that almost prickly feeling that something is off. Something is wrong. He has to have had a family at one point, and yet, he doesn't remember their faces, or their names.]
None. [His hand resting on the telescope trembles, and he shoves it into his coat pocket to hide it.]
Enough about me. [His tone is sharp, his eyes obscured by his glasses.] Tell me about your family. Is it big? Small?