“Does it matter?”
He was never good at expressing his emotions. Everything just seemed so black and white to him, and when he performed, the line between ‘appropriate’ and ‘tactless’ became even more blurred. It felt too late to change; besides, he didn’t know what he needed to change into. Upon hearing the news of Sonja’s plans to marry the hick, his expression darkened. And, of course, he felt a little hurt that she hadn’t bothered to pick up the phone and tell him. But he DID force her to choose. Things between them were more than strained, and a phone call would be out of the question.
Whether Selene was giving him a way out or not, he didn’t care. He seized it and nodded, muttering about how he would be back home in time for dinner. He didn’t ask if she would be there; he was so used to seeing her there that it was almost automatic.
she’s been a daddy’s girl since day one, and she knows him better than even he’s aware. it’s one reason she’s given him the chance to get out of their conversation, and when he takes it, she’ll nod in silent understanding. ❛ be safe, father. ❜ he’s known to be reckless at the best of times, and with the heavy news of his eldest daughter getting married soon, selene knows he’ll turn to either music or booze; she truly hopes it’s the former this time around.
it’s nearly five hours when the brunette hears the front door open, though she remains sitting at the table with her hands folded atop the surface. she’d cooked dinner two hours previous, expecting her father home earlier, her jaw set and lips thinned. it goes without saying she’s upset he’s so late, but selene is willing to hear the reasoning behind his tardiness. ❛ i thought you’d be home sooner. ❜