Eivind seemed to be completely done with Louis, and it appeared Blue's father shared the sentiment. The two men glared daggers at one another, each of them holding onto Blue, each one wanting to prove that the young man was<i>his. </i>Blue didn't like the tension brewing between the two, and being intimately acquainted with his lover's temper, he knew Eivind was doing everything in his power to not bash Louis' face it, but it was just a matter of time. If Papa kept pushing, Eivind would be forced to act, and the last thing Blue wanted was for his boyfriend and his father to beat one another senseless.<br/><br/>Blue could hear a satisfied snort sound behind him. Vincent was still there, leaning against the door frame, watching as Eivind and Louis argued. "Oh, well you just get the fuck out of here!" Blue yelled at him, his mouth turning into a hateful snarl. Vincent shrugged his shoulders, opened his mouth to say something smart, most likely, when an annoyed, accented voice came tumbling down the hallway. Vincent turned, a deep frown on his bearded face as Sig slid past him.<br/><br/>"Oh, fuck this, there's no way I'm dealing with the midget again." Vincent threw up his hands. He had wanted to cause discord among Blue and his insane boyfriend, and he had done a well enough job. As much as he wanted to continue to witness the drama unfolding in front of him, the appearance of the little guy Blue had been with the night before only signified trouble. He threatened to call hotel security, so Vincent decided to make a hasty retreat. If Blue's parents had any lingering doubt about the type of guy they had gotten their information from, his quick exit solidified the idea that Vincent didn't really care about Blue.<br/><br/>"Sig, don't," Blue groaned, wrenching himself away from his father's grasp and pulling away from Eivind simultaneously. "These are my parents. Vincent made up a story about how Eivind beat him up just for talking to me. It's not true, by the way," Blue reiterated, wanted to make it very clear that Eivind had only been protecting him. "Vincent is a bad guy. We used to date, and he wasn't very nice to me. But Eivind's not like that. If you don't believe us, ask Sig. He was there."<br/><br/>Louis had stepped back from Eivind once Blue removed himself from both men's hold. He was looking at his son with a hard stare, but he didn't look angry any longer, simply contemplative. Sig's entrance seemed to take both him and Katherine by surprise. He cleared his throat and crossed his arms over his broad chest. "Blue, we just think that--"<br/><br/>"<i>Non, Papa!</i>I'm telling you I don't care what you think, okay? I'm twenty-one years old. I'm an adult. I'm a man, and Eivind is right. You cannot treat me like a child anymore, no matter how much you want to. Even if you think I'm immature, or unprepared to handle the world, it doesn't matter. You've had plenty of time to take care of me, and you did it. But now I have to take care of myself. And I get to choose what path to take. And the path I want leads to Eivind. You can't change my mind, you can't intimidate me, and the last thing I'm going to tolerate is you and my boyfriend fighting."<br/><br/>Blue released a long, deep sigh, looking down to the floor for a moment before raising his head once more, shifting his gaze between his parents. "I love you both. Very much. But I've made my choice. And I would appreciate it if you'd both respect my wishes and please leave."<br/><br/>There was a long, stretched out moment of silence between the five of them. Sig was still by the phone, hand ready. Blue stood his ground, holding his body straight as he waited. Eventually, Katherine's soft voice pierced the air. "We love you, Stormy," she said. She approached her son, wrapped her arms around his naked upper half and pressed a maternal kiss to the boy's forehead. There was an unexpected but sweet smile on her face as she pulled away. She stared at Blue for a moment before releasing him and moving toward the door. As she passed by Eivind, she reached out and placed a hand on the wolf's shoulder. "Be good to each other," she advised. She nodded, then quickly looked back toward her husband, waving him forward.<br/><br/>During the quiet, Louis had come to accept the fact that dragging Blue away from the hotel was never going to work. Blue was stubborn, and if he tore him from a man he clearly adored, he was sure his son would hate him forever. It was obvious that Vincent had misled them now. He should have seen it before, but he had been so willing to find something wrong with Eivind, to give him a solid reason to bring Blue home. He had been hasty, and judgmental, and now Blue was looking at him with that dark, foreboding glare, the boy's eyes two raging storms.<br/><br/>Blue wasn't his little boy anymore. He was a man, whether Louis wanted to admit it or not.<br/><br/>Louis sighed, lowered his head, then walked past Blue and Eivind quickly. He stopped at the door frame, speaking over his shoulder in a hurried, strained voice. "Keep in touch with your sisters," he suggested, before following his wife down the hallway.<br/><br/>Blue released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, the rushed to close the hotel door and hear it lock into place. "Holy shit," he groaned, stumbling over to the bed and tossing himself down on top of it. "I need a drink. Or a good fuck," Blue said darkly, only half kidding, but completely emotionally exhausted.<br/><br/>"Sorry you had to walk in on that, Sig," he offered, rolling over onto his back and looking up at the small wolf. "Apparently we're magnets for drama."