"so..." it's early, watching the sun rise. they had mostly just been sitting in each others company in silence until ally broke said silence.
"you ever... hear from your dad?" the last word's tone sounding off, as if they knew they shouldn't ask that- but, not for the reasons that they think. it just didn't sound right, they didn't know why, but it's already left their mouth & they're bracing the awkwardness of it.
Almost as soon as she begins to raise her red solo cup, half full with a concoction she'll bitterly regret tomorrow, she abruptly stops, bewilderment drawing her brows together. “My— dad? You better not be talking about Damon, he's—...” Lips pursed and she shook her head. “...—whatever, the last thing that man should be is anybody's dad is all I'll say.”
She raises her cup then and throws back whatever remains of her drink.
“And if it’s… I don’t even know his name, which should give you your answer, but if it's him you're talking about, no. Why?”