I ain't quitting this story just yet! :)
Father insist we go out, face the world. He keeps telling Lara that she should do an interview, just one interview, to get the press off her back. She always walks out before he can finish the request, with me close behind.
Is it me, or is this strangely ironic? He asked me to come back, so he could see me. Now it's like he wants me gone. Lara was just… baggage, to him. Something he had to accept if he wanted me back.
He used to like her, more than me it sometimes seemed, and she liked him too, almost like a father. Of course, no-one was as much as a father to her as Roth…But nothing of that old camaraderie remains, it's been replaced with cold tolerance. Just barely. I think, the only reason Lara is here now, is because I refuse to leave her side.
I shudder to think what she would do without me around. Knowing her, as she is now, it would be reckless and stupid and stubborn. Just like what I would do without her.
I've been sighing a lot lately, especially when I think of the future.
It won't be easy.