Connor
I didn't know what to say about Dad. He was Dad and he was barely kind to me, I didn't know what anyone would expect for someone else. Edward was used to gentle parents, he would never understand how Dad was to me.
That's why he didn't care to filter his words to Edward.
It didn't make me feel good though that he was in pain about it. I always just thought he brushed it off and moved on with his life but anyone could see he didn't. It ate away at him slowly and I guessed I didn't make the situation any better.
I let out a sigh before I let go of him then relaxed against the bed as I looked up to the ceiling. The gentle hum of the plane's engines was strangely comforting.
"Don't think I'm cornering you because of your dad, Connor. I would never blame you for his behavior," Edward turned his head slightly to look at me and held my hand.
I interlocked our fingers and felt my heart get heavier. "My father is homophobic."
"I know."
