"Considering I never once got to sleep in the camping tent until Robbie and I bought our own because you whined about gross boy cooties for years, never," he agreed wryly. "Don't do that to your brother if you have one. Trust me, he won't want to sleep with you and all your pink Princess Barbie sleeping bag either." He grinned at Amy, his fangs actually showing a bit.
His smile faded quickly as he noticed Becky about to cry. There was rarely a real why. Anders had taken him because he was convenient. Alone and a proper Aryran looking man. Strong and young. It had absolutely nothing to do with anything that would make any sense. Not anymore why the old jack gave when Robbie was under her car.
Almost never a why. That was one truth this had taught him.
He chuckled at that sweet, innocent smile. Amy should have her daddy too. She should be surrounded by happy doting family, like they had grown up.
Colin sighed and looked up at Becky. "It's all broken," he admitted distantly. "Me, you. All of this. None of it is the way it was supposed to be. I'm sorry." Even though it wasn't his fault. And there was nothing he could do for it.
He could feel the tightness in his throat, the blood welling his eyes. "Take her, Beck," he asked quietly. He needed to compose himself. Neither of them wanted to see him cry. It was really disgusting.
Once she had Amy, he leaned his head back and forced himself to take a few useless but calming breaths. "Sorry," he apologized again. "I cry blood. It's nasty. Neither of you need to see that."