Hell, hell, hell. He really didn't want to get into this conversation. He didn't want to. His fingers tightened on the glass, "Sir... Can I be frank with you?"
"Of course." Pike responded.
"...You and I both know I'd prefer Winona not to be here. It's... to say the least, weird. But... she makes you happy, makes Dad happy... when she's not being a complete idiot and telling him no." Maybe it was just in how he grew up, but he couldn't imagine basing his entire life off of someone else's happiness with him. If someone hated him, then they hated him. ...There were a lot of those people.
"But I can deal with her being here. We haven't spoken since she came to me telling me that neither of you had seen Dad in two days on Risa, and I was more or less pissed as hell about it." He could admit that. "But I can't control Sam. Just talking about me. I don't want to just fight with her. I just..."
He leaned back, "She's not my mom. She's yours and Dad's... girlfriend? I guess... and maybe in the future your wife." That was WEIRD to say. In fact, he was pretty sure his face screwed up a little at the sheer thought. "...You're going to be my step-dad. That's... weird." He suddenly uttered.
"I grew up on my own after I was eleven. I didn't even know who you were, didn't really know anything about my Dad except a few things and he was a hero, and knew some jerk who didn't want Winona to have kids but wanted her money she gave him. Everyone seems to want me to forgive her."
His eyes closed and he let out a breath, "Maybe I can, at some point. Dunno. She told me she hated me, and even though I probably shouldn't have cared, it hurt." He smirked, shaking his head. "You think I'm wrong for feeling like this?"
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Date: 2009-11-09 10:19 pm (UTC)"Of course." Pike responded.
"...You and I both know I'd prefer Winona not to be here. It's... to say the least, weird. But... she makes you happy, makes Dad happy... when she's not being a complete idiot and telling him no." Maybe it was just in how he grew up, but he couldn't imagine basing his entire life off of someone else's happiness with him. If someone hated him, then they hated him. ...There were a lot of those people.
"But I can deal with her being here. We haven't spoken since she came to me telling me that neither of you had seen Dad in two days on Risa, and I was more or less pissed as hell about it." He could admit that. "But I can't control Sam. Just talking about me. I don't want to just fight with her. I just..."
He leaned back, "She's not my mom. She's yours and Dad's... girlfriend? I guess... and maybe in the future your wife." That was WEIRD to say. In fact, he was pretty sure his face screwed up a little at the sheer thought. "...You're going to be my step-dad. That's... weird." He suddenly uttered.
"I grew up on my own after I was eleven. I didn't even know who you were, didn't really know anything about my Dad except a few things and he was a hero, and knew some jerk who didn't want Winona to have kids but wanted her money she gave him. Everyone seems to want me to forgive her."
His eyes closed and he let out a breath, "Maybe I can, at some point. Dunno. She told me she hated me, and even though I probably shouldn't have cared, it hurt." He smirked, shaking his head. "You think I'm wrong for feeling like this?"