[Dixon follows along, absorbing less the individual traits Hiccup's naming than the clear admiration and love Hiccup had for his father. Sometimes it's good to just let people talk it out. Dixon doesn't really talk out grief, and as Hiccup's description reminds him of both Chief and of his own deceased father, he feels his throat getting tight. He loosens it back up with another sip of beer.
A sip, not a swig, because he's polite when someone's talking about a dead parent. You don't fucking chug.]
You're right. He sounds like a great guy. [He pauses. His own eyes have remained teary.] Probably where you get your good qualities from.
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A sip, not a swig, because he's polite when someone's talking about a dead parent. You don't fucking chug.]
You're right. He sounds like a great guy. [He pauses. His own eyes have remained teary.] Probably where you get your good qualities from.