“Oh, hit a nerve did I?” Apollo took a long swig of his beer before hopping up to sit on a counter. He watched her though, moving around the room, smirking to himself. “Wouldn’t be so mad if it wasn’t on your mind, now would you, Fivesy.” Another long drink as he paused.
“Makes sense though. You’re like… what… two years younger than me? He’s clearly having some subconscious crisis about the children he spent literally no time with, and is replacing that feeling by fucking a goddamn teenager. And you’re going along with it because god knows you have daddy issues given all whats happened to you, and an intense need to prove yourself to an uncle-dearest who filled the spot of caregiver with an equally young french girl while you were off playing rebel with a heart? Did I leave anything out?” Apollo was practically laughing as he finished his drink.
“What I’ve come to my fathers house for isn’t really the business of someone who isn’t going to last more than a few months. You’ll get tired of waiting for Dad to stop working, everyone does.”