Kathi
Hm. An abusive father, no other relatives... It must have been hard. Lance can't say he knows about that exactly - his grandpa had always been very supportive - but growing up in such a chaotic household, it couldn't have been good for him. "Are you... Alright?"
Yolanda
Silver glanced over when the question was asked, head tilting to one side in thought. How should the boy word this, brows furrowing.
"Sure." He decided on, shrugging. "I'm not hung up about not having a granddad. No big deal." Silver examines his nails and cuticles, using his thumb to push them back a little bit. "Why do *You* Care?"
Kathi
"I was just concerned, you know. You've never really had a stable household, and you've always had to grow up on your own. I was just worried that..." Lance trails off. He's reminded of Red. "....You were without a home." The Dragon Master settles on. The stress of being a trainer, all along with having to fend for yourself... He just hopes Silver knows he's there if he needs him.
Yolanda
"I have a home." He explained, glancing over to Lance. "I lived in the dragons den, found a nice little off set cavern. There was a wild dragonair that didn't bother me in there, too. I'd give it some fish and it would let me battle it sometimes. Now I live here until this gig is up, I have a nice room."
Kathi
Oh. Well. That's new. He noticed him there a few times, but he only thought he was there to train. He's heard that some of the great masters of Blackthorn martial arts would meditate inside that freezing cave, but to live there? Especially as a child? Lance grimaced. 

"You mean... You aren't living with Gold? Or the Elite Four? Anyone?" Whoever decided not to inform him about this is getting one hell of a lecture! ....Though, perhaps it's his fault for not investigating further. He's been in Blackthorn a lot more since his retirement. He should've known... Should've done something..."There are extra rooms at the Blackthorn mansion. You're welcome anytime."
Yolanda
Silver watched his face twist, squinting a little. Why was he so disgusted? Was it even disgust? He stood up from his spot, taking a few steps back as Lance began to speak. Putting space bwtween them and the former champion.

"I like my spot," They began when Lance finished, "I have bedding, shelter and light in there. Away from people. I dont need to live in a stuffy mansion that was probably built before Arceus hatched." Silver tensed up at the shoulders and bristled a little, he was *Completely* Capable of caring for himself *And* His pokemon! He's already proved that many times before! Why can't he simply be left alone?
Kathi
"That's not what I meant..." Lance tried gently, noticing he was tense. "It's just that - my grandpa believed that no child should have to grow up without a proper house and loving family. I do too. Isolating yourself is no way to help. You have friends, Silver. So many friends... Who all want to help you. I believe you're just as capable as everyone here. Which is why you shouldn't have to be alone."
Yolanda
"I don't need a family when I have my friends. They help me, just in different ways to your idea of help. I'm fine, you've worried about me enough."
Silver couldn't help but appreciate the offer. But he had to do this himself. They always heard stories of people pulling themselves up by their bootstraps and becoming something so much bigger. They always did it alone, with their pokemon.
That was the correct path for him, right?
Kathi
"I don't know, I just..." How does he put this? At least he knows Silver appreciates the offer. That should be enough. But to just leave him out there! "I've always thought of you and Gold as my sons." Well! Okay! Going directly for it.
Yolanda
He froze, eyes wide like a deerling in headlights. Son. That word rattled around his head like a bells toll. Silver was quick to grow noticeably frustrated, shaking his head.

"I am *Not* Your son, you are *Not* My father! I don't need your pity!" He fished through his pockets, taking out a pokeball and clenching it to his chest. "You can go and drink the blood from your own sliced heart!"
Kathi
He flinched backwards, immediately backing into Chubs, who gripped onto his trainer protectively at the sudden outburst. What? What'd he... Oh, no, he must've messed up again. Like he always does. Silver doesn't need him and his stupid sentimentality, he needs a damn therapist. A normal childhood. He needs Giovanni *Gone*. 

"I wasn't... Pitying you..." He blinks, face twisting in something akin to fear. What if this was it? What if he'd just messed Silver up beyond the point of no return? What if it was his fault, all his fault, and he couldn't protect anyone, and he - Chubs purred to him as he noticed his breathing quicken. Not now. Not here. Not in front of him. He couldn't have a panic attack now. He thought he was more mature than this.

"I'm sorry," What could he do? He's no master of emotions. He can barely keep track of himself! Stop acting like you're so important, Lance! Lance can't... He can't mess this up.
Yolanda
"You don't need to apologize. Just like I don't need help." Silver sighed, choosing to focus his vision on the floor. This was very foriegn to him, especially after his interaction with Giovanni. 

Because he was *Lying.*

Silver knew he was lying to himself and others, he knew that he was lying at this point. He misses who his mom might've been, he misses his dad, he misses persian and his old tutor and everyone. But he was *Hurt* And doesn't get why he misses those who hurt him. 

He wanted to go home.
Kathi
Lance didn't know what to do. He could tell Silver wasn't being sincere, but what to do? If this were Gold, he'd simply hug it out, but he knows Silver isn't one for physical affection, and now isn't the best time. He held Chubs' hand, trying to calm himself down.

"He hurt me too, you know. Me, and all of my Pokémon... I know you probably have very complicated feelings towards him. But the only way we heal is by learning to know love again."
Yolanda
"I know he hurt people. I know he did, *Everyone* Knows he did. I get it. I het we have to heal, but I just." Silver sighed, eyes shutting. "I'm sorry he hurt you. I'm sorry for what he did, I really am. I wish I could change what he did and fix it. But I can't."

Silver was apologizing *For* Giovanni, as though that would fix it. He thought, somehow, it could fix it. Why should Silver have to fix it.