She comes within a few feet of him and he stirs into motion himself, walking around her, head shaking, trying to make sense of the feelings her words spark.

No easy definition comes, so he settles on one, uneasy as it makes him: anger. It plants him to the ground finally, lets a little of the heat that is bubbling in him escape. "Why do you always do that?" Betrayal, anger, hurt, disappointment; they swirl around him and make everything so hard to understand.

She begins to protest, or to question, but he is through with listening for a moment. It's impossible to stay silent when she always says the same things.

"Use your father as an excuse for doing nothing!"