She couldn't believe that there hadn't been a single normal moment in his life. Then again, how everyone defined normal was up to them and purely objective. Alexandria defined it as the time before puberty, when you were still a child who could make mistakes and have fun. Although even back then her father had been obsessive about her learning to play every instrument in the world and sing like an angel, he hadn't been as cold and harsh as he was with her today. The thought of having to tolerate her parents again after this weekend upset her, knowing that she would have to be more careful about her after school activities... such as tutoring. Her parents hadn't found out about that yet. She knew very well her father would have a fit and question her daughter's motivation. It was torture to be constantly on his radar, except now.<br/><br/>"I'm so sorry." She spoke and felt his hand at her back, near her shoulder blades. "It's not fair you have to go through those things. Do you ever consider how you would have turned out if your parents had acted differently to begin with?" Alexandria tilted her head, guessing what he could have been like. Maybe she and Keith would have met earlier on in life and he would have been in Marcus' position all this time. When he called her by her full name, she laughed and shook her head. "Call me Alex. And my lifestyle is hardly normal. Can you believe this is my every weekend?"<br/><br/>Alexandria observed him for a moment and then smiled. "Perhaps you've had enough to drink." She touched his arm, feeling how warm he was and moved closer to him. "I'm cold. Hold me." It was a challenge. She wanted to see how far she could go without him whipping out his talk of morality. Hell, he was talking to Alexandria. Did she honestly look like someone with a strict moral compass to him?