Nate hadn't been in the driver's seat for a few days. At the moment, though, since he was, he was working with Jasper on the guitar, helping him with find his fingerings and rhythm. He looked up when he heard the door open, giving shooting Layla a smile when he saw her. His smile was softer than Mare's…in fact, Nate was generally softer than Mare, although a little more reserved. But so far Layla had never taken notice and he was grateful for that fact.
"Hey sweetheart, how was school?" he asked. That was something else. He could never bring himself to call Layla angel. That was Mare's nickname for her.
For the last two days, Layla's mind had been churning like the sea amidst a raging storm. She'd barely spoken to anyone. Not her father. Not her uncle. Certainly not Miguel. Not after what she'd witnessed with him in the park. Seeing him change like that. In a way she felt like an absolute fool.
She'd known for a long time that her family was different. A band of misfits held together by some common thread of chaotic insanity. She'd been naive though, to believe all the things she'd been told.
While it was true, they never outright lied to her, they never hid magic from her. However, they'd never explained its depths. Never told her the whole truth, and in some ways she wasn't sure if that was worse than just telling her a lie.
Blue eyes, ripe with turmoil that was welling in their depths, landed on him, and she immediately turned her attention to Jasper. There was a cold edge to the look she'd given her uncle. One she was still trying to understand herself.
A warm smile still spread over her features for the little boy though, and she patted him on the head.
"Hey munchkin, do you mind going to play with Pika for a little bit? I wanna talk to your daddy, okay?" She breathed, trying to keep her emotions reined in while she was standing before Jasper.
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