02-04-2020, 08:42 PM
An amused smile played on Raffe’s lips during the exchange, but given he was on the outside of the dynamic he mostly left them to it. Sterling was certainly headstrong, and he actually gave a low chuckle at the implied threat. His free hand rubbed at the scar. Raffe had not had a father to disobey. Even parental figures had been sparse in his youth, and there had certainly been no one looking out for his best interests. He suspected the kid’s father was right though -- Nox was probably not the best company for his daughter given his precarious occupation. But shoving her away would only make her cling tighter.
The grip on his hand tightened, and Raffe glanced at the other man, for a moment sure it was the pain. But he seemed quiet instead, drawn inwards to whatever memories spilled from the confession. Raffe’s thumb stroked absently, but it was to Sterling he spoke. She had frowned back at Nox’s suggestion, probably because the idea of her father’s presence took the sails out of the fun in a little rebellion. “That seems a pretty fair deal.”
The grip on his hand tightened, and Raffe glanced at the other man, for a moment sure it was the pain. But he seemed quiet instead, drawn inwards to whatever memories spilled from the confession. Raffe’s thumb stroked absently, but it was to Sterling he spoke. She had frowned back at Nox’s suggestion, probably because the idea of her father’s presence took the sails out of the fun in a little rebellion. “That seems a pretty fair deal.”