She nodded as he patted it across her gash.Pressing her lips together, Laken closed her eyes. She groaned and breahted hard. "S-so... why don't you like m-my father?"
Tristan put the cloth away and bandaged her side before he answered. "His nature, for one. But mainly because of something whch happened in the past, something your father refused to do. I've never forgiven him for it and I don't think I ever will."
Laken blinked and pulled down her shirt when he was finished. "What's that?"
Tristan didn't want to talk about it. He acted as if he hadn't heard her question and busied himself with putting away the first aid kit. "Do you want something to eat?" he asked finally.
Laken pulled her eyebrows together. She stood up and walked around the couch. "No......" She began, searching his home, looking at the pictures and items decorating the room.
"You're a bit nosy, aren't you?" Tristan commented, trying to conceal his annoyance. Not that it mattered - there was nothing left in the place which gave anything away about his character or past.
Laken grimaced. "Would you rather I try to run or stay?" She turned to him, putting her hands behind her back.
"For the sake of my permit, I ask you to stay," Tristan said politely. "Although I have locked the windows and doors, so you'll have a hard time escaping if you try."
Laken rolled her eyes and plopped on the couch."Never stopped me before..."
Tristan also rolled his eyes. "I'm sure it hasn't," he said, half sarcastically. "Tell me, why have you stuck around with your father? Couldn't you be off somewhere, doing something far, far away?"
Laken shrugged. "He is my only home, the only one left of my family." She looked at him. "I dont see how I could leave him..."
"I don't know. Run away and disappear in another country," Tristan suggested. "I don't mean to sound rude, but I doubt he'd search that hard for you."
"Than why is he so protective of me? Why does he see me as such a daddy's girl?" She looked up at him. "It's bcause I am the only thing he has left, the only thing he loves and he doesn't know how else to protect it."
"If he loves you, why is he so foul to you? That's not love," Tristan said angrily. "I don't think he's capable of love."
She grimaced. "I am not talking this about you. Not when your side contains such hatred..." She turned away.
"Look, I've experienced his lack of love and any sense of human compassion, alright?" Tristan scowled. "So don't you dare try and suggest that I'm wrong."
"But you haven't experienced his awkward, funny, loveable side." she still didn't look at him. "When he tries, it's.. kind of funny..."
"Yes, I'm sure if one of the monsters I fought tried to be loving it would quite humorous too," Tristan snapped.
She growled and looked at him."Fine, please just shut up.."