"Mmn." A thought and a soft hum, as he feels the world shift gently, the press of the bed frame against his ankles, and he releases to drop safely onto the bed.

"It did, at... those times, most keenly," he admits softly. "Being a boy, seeing some of the others get adopted, o-or, um. Or walking the streets, seeing others my age being spoiled by their parents." His smile turns tight, painful. "When Bella was pregnant, all of our friends- all of her friends, flocking to her side to congratulate her and offer to help. When..."

He swallows, and continues. "When Faroe was born, when it was... bad. I'd be jealous of... of other couples, that could- that had each other, had steady incomes despite the times. That didn't have to rely on anyone else."