"Thai it is." He said, smirking. He ordered them Thai, some curry and noodles. Settling in the living room, Hadyn handed Elisha a can of pop. Ah well, he thought.

"So..." he said softly, scrubbing his chin for a moment. "So..." he sighed. This had sounded so much easier last night before he went to sleep. Now, though. Now it didn't feel that way.

"My father was....always....aggressive. And he used to take it out on my mother, before she died." He started, leaning back against the couch. "Well, he mostly tried to. He didn't...regulate himself to it, though. He didn't get physical, really, until...."

Well, no. That wasn't entirely true either. "I'm not very good with this," he said after a moment. "I'm sorry."