[upon hearing the apology, daylight looks up at him. there's no denying that daylight is clearly... surprised: his brow is furrowed, his frown puzzled. almost like he's not used to people saying that if they found out about the statuses of his parents.

but then he relaxes and his smile is sad but- touched yet resigned. ]

Thank you. I- I'm used to it by now. I mean- I have to be. [ he pauses, trying to figure out what he can say without making this an uncomfortable case of oversharing and to provide some proper context to not leave his friend hanging. ] They were both long gone before I was old enough to form memories of my own. Dad and than mom.