[ Since Feud does not take that first step, he does. He turns completely and steps towards one of the doors that would take them inside. He did feel as if he was Freud's son, in a way. The one to inherit his legacy.
He knows that this is what it was like to be the son that would never quite fill his father's shoes.
He pulled open the door and step back, so not to be disrespectful. He would let the man step through first, in order to practice the courtesy that he knew he should have. The respect for his mentor that he did have - somewhere. He was grasping so desperately. ]
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He knows that this is what it was like to be the son that would never quite fill his father's shoes.
He pulled open the door and step back, so not to be disrespectful. He would let the man step through first, in order to practice the courtesy that he knew he should have. The respect for his mentor that he did have - somewhere. He was grasping so desperately. ]
I will get us a table.