InsaneJournal

Who: John Druitt and Ashley Magnus.
What: John is uncertain of his place in his daughter's life. They ought to talk about that.
Where: Roof of the Sanctuary.
When: Late evening.
Rating: PG at the highest, most likely.
Status: In progress.

John had not been avoiding his daughter, not in so many words, but he had been keeping to himself more since Helen's arrival. It wasn't anything intentional, simply a product of his nature. Oddly, for someone with such a history of aggression and violence, John tended to retreat inward when it came to emotional issues. It was a failing he had never overcome, and this was no different.

Though he was more than happy that Helen was in the city, both because of his own affection for her and because it offered a reunion for her and Ashley, his place here felt uneasy. He wasn't sure how he fit in his daughter's life any more. Helen was the mother who had raised her, the parent she loved unconditionally. He was a man she barely knew, of whom most of her memories involved violence and conflict. He could hardly imagine they would remain as close as they had managed to become, now that she had Helen back. That was something he didn't feel he deserved.

Still, it seemed wrong to keep away from Ashley. She was his blood and he loved her more than his own life. It was late when he approached her, on the roof of the Sanctuary. He had always loved this place. It allowed him to clear his head and think. It seemed a strangely appropriate place to clear the air with his daughter. "It's a lovely night," he said softly, as he stepped up beside her.