Derian regarded Rosewoode with a soft sadness to his features,<span style="color: #afafcf">"Forgive him, he isn't used to being around others. He usually secludes himself to the point of isolation."</span>Derian's words were soft. Varian regarded Derian with ice old eyes.<span style="color: #cfafaf">"Watch what you tell others Derian or I shall have you gone,"</span>Varian's words were just as cold as his gaze. It was evident he was angry. He returned his eyes to Rosewoode and his gaze soften slightly.<br/><br/><span style="color: #cfafaf">"My father is a real-estate tycoon, by the name of Tristan Sinclair. He's well known in our area. Wouldn't expect anyone else to know him. About the only time he notices me is when he's feeling sorry that I'm not 'your average kid'. My mother is a typical trophy wife who birthed me then decided I was too much trouble for her and hired Derian's mother to be my nanny. Derian is three years older than me and he was my playmate, best friend and the only person who didn't treat me like I was special. He's also the only human I trust!"</span>Varian's words were spoken very softly.<br/><br/>Varian fell silent regarding her. The only reason Tristan had chosen to invest in this project was because it had mattered to Varian that was it. Tristan didn't care. That ate at Varian more than anything else and he didn't, couldn't, voice that aloud. Silently he turned back to the folder. He finished reading the folder before he spoke again.<br/><br/><span style="color: #cfafaf">"When do we get to get started?"</span>he asked her. He wanted to move on already. To get back to the science and not to his family. Something safe to talk about. Something that would be fun and something he could really sink his teeth into.