Heather frowned deeply at that. He was right on both accounts. She probably should've gone to him first, he was her father, but she hadn't. She thought it would be best to let someone else help her, just because they would know more about the situation and the alternate version of Sam, and she didn't want her dad doing something that would get him killed. Again. She was sparing him. But she didn't really understand why he hadn't come to her, anyway. Wasn't that what parents did? Go after their kids when they were in trouble, no matter what? That was what hurt. It was a raw sort of pain because Heather didn't understand it. Maybe, though, he'd finally realized how much of the pain he'd been through was her fault, and he didn't want any part of her anymore. It would be smart of him.
"I'm sorry," she said, regardless of what she'd just been thinking about. She blinked away tears and still refused to look up.
[ooc: haha, it's okay. i've just been having heather kind of feel the way i just described in this tag.]