[Maybe if Rose’s life had involved a little more parenting and a little less fending for herself, she would have understood what was happening here, would have seen it for exactly what it was instead of letting the bull take hold in her head but the closest Rose can even recall to having an argument about ‘a boy’ had been nothing like this. It may well have been with her own mother but Helen at least made it clear that she was worried for Rose. Janine? Well there were probably better ways to express concern than calling your daughter a ‘Cheap Whore’.
The confusion remains etched across her features, Rose unable to understand how Helen can be both happy and cautious at the same time, the Dhampir still looking like she’s about to break out another Rose!logic argument any second until Helen says the one thing that knocks all the wind out of her sails.
She rocks back on her heels, mouth closing, anything she might have said lost in the emotion that rises up, two words - A daughter - echoing in her head.]
Oh… [As always lacking the eloquence that the moment deserves but at least this time not missing the significance of it as she shifts her weight from one foot to another.]
I don’t… [She looks almost at a loss, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt, something close to embarrassment flitting across her features as she tries again.]
Is this what parents do? [It’s sad in a way because she’s perfectly serious when she asks that question but she doesn’t understand that you’re supposed to have somebody in your life who can be emotionally blinded by what they feel for you. She’d seen it, in other people, seen it in Dean for Sam sometimes but she’d never really understood what that might feel like, until now.]
It’s like a… mother-daughter thing and, not a, you don’t like Dean thing?
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The confusion remains etched across her features, Rose unable to understand how Helen can be both happy and cautious at the same time, the Dhampir still looking like she’s about to break out another Rose!logic argument any second until Helen says the one thing that knocks all the wind out of her sails.
She rocks back on her heels, mouth closing, anything she might have said lost in the emotion that rises up, two words - A daughter - echoing in her head.]
Oh… [As always lacking the eloquence that the moment deserves but at least this time not missing the significance of it as she shifts her weight from one foot to another.]
I don’t… [She looks almost at a loss, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt, something close to embarrassment flitting across her features as she tries again.]
Is this what parents do? [It’s sad in a way because she’s perfectly serious when she asks that question but she doesn’t understand that you’re supposed to have somebody in your life who can be emotionally blinded by what they feel for you. She’d seen it, in other people, seen it in Dean for Sam sometimes but she’d never really understood what that might feel like, until now.]
It’s like a… mother-daughter thing and, not a, you don’t like Dean thing?