<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Anytime Blue asked to question him about something, Eivind didn't figure it was going to be anything pleasant. He slid in close to his body, saying he didn't have to answer if he didn't really want to. Eivind stared up at the sky, pausing for a long moment, choosing first to address the idea that Blue would never see his family again. <br/>
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“Why wouldn't you see them again?” Eivind asked, brows furrowed. “I told you I'm not keeping you a prisoner. This is just what we needed to do right now, at least until things blow over a little with the pack. <i>We</i> need to be a little more stable. Otherwise people are going to ask questions.” Likely they were going to anyway. He trusted Blue wouldn't do anything to hurt him. He didn't trust that Blue wouldn't decide once he was home that they should go their separate ways. Perhaps that was a bit unfair on his part, but they had a lot to work through. For Blue, that meant having more of his questions answered. <br/>
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“My father was a difficult man to be around. He had high expectations of me, and he could see no other path for me than to become alpha. He tried to prepare me for it. He was never easy on me. Most wolves aren't easy on their kids, in reality, and I don't blame him for any of that. It made me stronger, in the end. Creating skill didn't create the desire to want that kind of responsibility though. I should have told him that I didn't want it,” Eivind shrugged. “I probably would have. I didn't get much chance, because suddenly I was expected to just pick up where he left off. I was your age. His death hadn't been expected, and I cracked under the pressure. I couldn't handle it. I will never be the sort of man that he was, and to try would only get someone killed. As it were, it happened anyway. Sieger is a lot more like him.” <br/>
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Eivind's fingers trailed up Blue's back absentmindedly. It felt good to lay down, and he was too tired to work himself up into a state of agitation, though his body always seemed to respond in some way when they were close. He was sure his state of filth wasn't all that becoming to Blue either, but with it being late, he didn't really want to venture to wash in the river. Maybe once the sun came up. <br/>
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“My mom and him were never really as close as they should have been. You can imagine with my father's status he had sex with plenty of women, and she was prone to wandering. Like me, probably. He never asked her to stay, even though I'm sure he loved her. She didn't stay. Got herself killed out alone somehow because my father was too stubborn of a man to admit anything to her. He found her remains quite a bit later. Hard to tell what happened. She was the only female he'd ever gotten pregnant. Wolves can be funny that way, if the genetics don't much up right.” He was sure someone could explain it better than he could. <br/>
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“All I can really remember about her is that she was beautiful.” <br/>
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Eivind reflected back on what he'd said, and how Blue had spoken about his family. <br/>
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“You said that they didn't approve of you being gay. That's why you were running from them. They didn't ever..?” Eivind's voice trailed off, wondering if it had ever gotten physical. Blue had said they had gotten into a fight, and Eivind didn't know what that meant with humans sometimes. It would make sense why Blue had taken off, and Eivind thought that might be one of the few reasons he wouldn't want Blue going back to his family. <br/>
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“What are they going to think of the situation now?” Would they try to come between them? Eivind worried more so for the influence they might have. Blue was still young; still likely had some desire not to disappoint his parents, and Eivind doubted he was an ideal partner even if they could accept he only liked men.</span></span>