Jeremy
There was something about gardens that always made the redhead oh, so happy. Squatting besides beds of flower and taking as many photos as he could of sprouting colors. Beside him, Margot the Meganium dipped her head and sniffed at the drooping cups of colorful petals. He was content with the moment, putting away his pokegear and tucking it into his pack. Shoving it between the limp glameow plush and an extra pair of clothes incase of an extreme need for a change of clothes.
He stood up and combed fingers through his hair, sticking a few strands into his hair and chewing on it. A thinking stim, a reptitive chewing motion he always did whenever he thought deep about something. Currently contemplating what he'd do with his time today, perhaps attempting to scare some children shitless. Or maybe harassing his rival... Maybe even attempting to continue the training he had dropped attenpting to even get to the damn island. He had at least three delayed flights and even when he got there he had to give himself a day cooldown to settle into his new room and relax after being forced into a less then plesant interaction with a social media influencer, immediately followed up by coming across his good friend Ethan.
He paused, looking around the garden, strands of hair falling out of his mouth. Maybe a walk down the boardwalk would be fun, he's never been to a carnival. Or maybe visiting a local food shop... He looked to Margot, ssilently asking for an idea he knew he wouldn't receive.
Glen
Giovanni didn't really care about nature. He had grown up living next to a forest and he hadn't really been allowed to experience that. As a result, he had grown always in the proximity of something beautiful, without truly appreciating it. Maybe that was something he had wanted to change- maybe that was why he had come to the gardens. 

But more likely, it was simple because he had wanted somewhere quiet and this seemed like an ideal location for clearing his head.

It hadn't been easy since getting here- he'd been in nothing but confrontations for the most part. But then, that was what he had been anticipating from the start. Of course everyone knew about him and hated him. 

And it wasn't about to get any easier. At first, he thought he might have been seeing things when he noticed the red hair ahead of him. By the time he had neared enough to get a good look, it was already much too late to run. Crap. Of all the people to run into. 

"... Silver?"
Jeremy
Before he even spoke, it seemed Margot has noticed him. The meganium turning to stare the man down with eyes not as soft as most would describe a meganium's gaze. Immediately leaning a bit of its weight on the redhead, much to his suprise it seemed. As he looked up to face the pokemon, slowly turning towards where his partner had dictated a threat. 
But froze in his place as soon as he heard the voice, violet eyes widening as he took in the features of someone oh so familiar, no matter how much he wished it wasn't.
Silver was face to face with his father. His face went from somewhat happy and content to bitter and dark in a moments notice. Body noticeably tensing as emotions flickered through him like someone shuffling playing cards. Fear, anxiety, sadness, rage, hate, all pf the above. He could feel his throat closing up by the second, but he stood tall and cleared his throat.
"Giovanni," He spat the words like venom on his tongue, but the words came out sounding smaller then he'd rather them sound. "I thought scum like *You* Would turn tail and run at the promise of powerful pokemon trainers." 

Silver backed up a little after he got the words out, he felt... Small and scared. Long ago ge convinced himself this day would never come, that he would never have to confront this coward he was ashamed to share kin with. That everything was *Okay.* That it wasn't just him against the world, that he had his best friend and all of the people who cared for him. But seeing Giovanni again, it made him think. This was his legacy always, the son of a cowardous trickster. It made his lip curl and his fingers itch to call of pokemon and attack this bastard with his own two hands.
But he knew it would let the others down... *I am a good person,* He told himself. *I am a good person.*
Glen
Giovanni, despite everything going through his brain at that moment, didn't let his true emotions show. Why should he, when he was always so much better at putting up a front. He smirked at Silver- a cruel, mocking look that denied him any chance of saying any of the things he wanted to say. 

He couldn't beg for forgiveness now, nor did he deserve it. So all he could do was play the part of the villain that deserved to be hated so much. Allow the scorn he rightfully deserved. The pain that followed it. 

"On the contrary," He replied, "Why wouldn't I want to test my strength against the strongest trainers around? I'm happy to see you managed to make the cut as well. I suppose I shouldn't have expected otherwise. Still, I didn't think I would see you here." 

Of all the places to end up, why did they both have to be here? Why did he have to be this way? Why couldn't he just be honest for once? 

Because he was Giovanni, of course.
Jeremy
Silver damn near flinched at that smirk, his head swam with the memories of that night. The night that changed everything, the night that left him shivering cold in the streets while being forced to watch other kids stroll with their parents with happy faces and ice cream cones. He took in a sharp, shaky inhale of breath, reaching into his backpack to squeeze the arm of the pokedoll he held so dearly. He took a moment to respond, turning his face back into as brave a glare he could muster.
"Because when you got defeated by two children, you ran off with your tail between your legs to lick your wounds under the protection of your little gaggle of cowards. Cowards protecting cowards, funny isn't it?"

Margot dipped her head and laid it on top of Silvers, the pokemons eyes closing and letting off a small puff of a calming scent. Making Silver visibly relax, even if just for a moment. Giving him a moment to press his wrist into his eye to force a stop to any welling tears that may have been trying to form. 
"I'm here because I got strong by myself," It was mostly a lie, those words. "I didn't need anybodys help aside from my pokemon, unlike you. Unlike you who abandoned his own son on the pavement to form the fucking mafia!" His voice raised an octave and grew into more of a yell, growing more and more agitated. 
*I'm a good person, I'm a good person, I'm a good person, I'm a good person.*
Glen
Giovanni moved his hand to his pocket as he listened to his son, acting as though the words didn't matter to him. Inside, though, of course they were tearing him up inside. The mistakes he had made. The prideful antics that had cost him his relationship with his own son. Of course he regretted them. He wasn't there as the leader of Team Rocket. He wasn't even there as a member of Team Rocket. 

"I didn't run because I lost," He replied, "And I didn't take Team Rocket with me. I left that day. I left them, and you. But I only regret leaving one of you, though." He didn't clarify which one because of course he wouldn't.

He pulled a cigarette case from his pocket, popping one out and placing it between his lips. He didn't light it immediately, watching Silver. How much he had grown. How much he had missed. 

"There's no point trying to explain myself. I have no justification for the things I did, and I won't apologize for them. If you want to have your revenge, I'm right here. I don't plan on running anymore."
Jeremy
Silver shattered with those words, a shiver crossing his nerves in a wave as everything came up in a hiccup. Swallowing back a sob and backing up farther into his Meganium, it bubbled. He felt that thick, hot rage bubbling back up into his chest after so long of recovery.
"I became a bad person because of you." Silver's lip curled, baring his teeth like an animal. "We are bad people, I hurt people because you decided to be... To be..." He couldn't think of the words. "Because you decided to leave me even when I had NOBODY else to go to! You decided to be a dick!" Silver stomped the ground, a few times. Fists curling into shaking balls and eyes clenching shut in anger. 

He didn't know how else to react but stomp and yell. Shout and throw a fit. His face was flushed red with rage occasionally jumping up and down to further his stomping. He doesn't want to be seen as a weak child, but he can't respond in any other way. He can't, he doesn't know *How.* 
The frustration from this only made it worse, angrily flapping his hands and shaking his body. Silver soon leaned himself completely against his pokemon, the Meganium's neck wrapping around the boy like a mother embracing a stressed out child.