She was caught in a loop of story time life lessons and advice. But this time, it was a little less focused and a lot more helpful. Eva skimmed over her father's sidewinds and concentrated on what he might've been getting at. She was happy to discover she'd guessed in advance, and then he went on to talk about his experiences from her birth. She moved back a bit to listen; she wanted to watch his face. She smiled a bit when he mentioned the nurses, and silently thanked them for not letting him jump in without a parachute.
Then he was right back into it; "So deal with it." There was that treasured tough love she'd been missing. Both tough and love. Not like what Warren had been doing... or even she herself. And that's why Jon was a better parent (though she'd never admit that aloud).
So she needed to go see Warren and leave Ronan alone - according to her dad. Zap wasn't sure what she'd expected his opinion to be, but she couldn't help feeling a bit surprised. Maybe she was just a bit let down. Still, the guidance made it feel like she had priorities again - a goal.
Annnnd Skymall. She pushed her dad off the chair with a throaty, tearful laugh and then began the process of wiping her face clear of teary wreckage. "I'll wear my mask," she promised him, after a moment. "I'll go see Warren in a minute," after he was cooled down. They'd both said some nasty things; it might've been their worst fight ever. She hadn't seen him get so physically upset before, but Eva couldn't blame Angel. Not after what she'd revealed. She felt sick to her stomach still, mostly about that, but she knew she had to do what her father had suggested: "fuckng stow it". Now wasn't the time. She needed a clear head. Zap stood up and began righting the table and picking up the coffee cups and their various pieces. It was cathartic.