here we go again

Perhaps it was surprising that he hadn't gotten into fights like the one Lillie had, given how stubborn and hard-headed he could be. Still, he was motivated quite a bit by the fear that he might somehow let his father down.. and because of this it was unlikely he would do something so drastic that he was certain would upset him.

He watched with a steady gaze as she spoke again, watching the anger flare up in her again, stoked like the embers of a fire. There was a passion in her that was undeniable, and he felt himself drawn to it. It was something he wasn't entirely used to seeing in others. His green gaze was fixated on her as she spoke again with anger bubbling up in her voice, not bothering to mask it to him. Her frustration was not at all unwarranted. He couldn't help but wonder if her lack of oversight had been caused by the fact that she'd been without parents for awhile now. Lark remembered her mother, albeit barely; what would it be like, he wondered, to essentially raise himself? It was difficult for him to imagine.

He followed her words with a simple shrug. "Well, it's over now," the boy explained to her simply. "Dwelling on it probably won't help. At least now you'll have a badass scar to show off. It'll make you look tough, once it heals." The faintest hint of a smile touched his lips. The expression was short lived, fading into oblivion almost as soon as it arrived, dampened by his normal serious demeanor as his brows pulled together in thought. "What did my dad say? Has he seen you yet?"