"I know, Delia," he sighed, walking over to her and kneeling down to wrap his arms around her and hold her close. It was very rare and out of character for him but this was needed right now. He'd never forgive her mother for leaving - how many issues had she left her children with? Delia could never trust... and it had taken Slater years to even form a morsal of trust with Vivian.
"I know. You don't have to. Just be nice to her... be civil. If she hurts me, then you can snap her head off."