Never Let Me Go || feyfallen
Between coming home late with a blood-stained, semi conscious man and suddenly calling with the instruction to lock the door and not answer it to anyone, Aj wouldn't blame the poor teenager for running a mile the next time she needed a childminder. Although she had been wary for the days following her introduction to Fey, the girl had always ventured back, almost too curious for her own good.
Thankfully Travis hadn't gone straight to her apartment; she wasn't sure where her ex was staying in Midgar, but he was the type of person who always seemed to land on his feet, regardless of the situation; he wasn't sleeping rough and he wasn't suffering because of his stubborn possessive streak.
Aj glanced around her house - her home; she had hated it at first, it had stood testament to everything she had abandoned in Kalm, but not anymore. It was proof that she could stand on her own two feet; proof that she was more than capable of looking after Jase herself and proof that she didn't need Travis. That had been a constant reasoning of his. Anytime they'd fought or she'd threatened to leave, he had reverted back to how he'd helped her after the death of her parents and how he had been the one to support her all along.
But she'd proved him wrong. She had her own highly paid job. Her own home. Her own life and a caring partner ... Fey was everything Travis wasn't and more. She hated knowing that she'd dragged him into her own personal wars, but as selfish as it may sound, she took comfort in knowing she had someone to seek solace in.
She smiled as she stood over sofa, pulling the blanket further up on her sleeping son; he was happier since they'd left Kalm. He still asked about his Dad and questioned why they all didn't live in the same house anymore, but she had managed to fob him off with work related excuse all along.
That had to stop now. She had to be as honest as she could be without confusing the young boy. Then she needed to speak to Travis. She couldn't run away anymore, and things would only get worse if they didn't come to an agreement.
Aj lowered herself onto the other end of the sofa, glancing up as she met Fey's gaze; his opinion was one she valued far above others. He had refused to blame her for dragging him into this mess, willingly taking his own share of the drama, "Be honest with me - if I stop Jase from seeing his Dad for good, is he going to hate me for it when he's older?"