She ran both hands around his arm as soon as he let go. As if afraid he would run off on her at any second. Though as he talked, a hand moved over and started tracing his back. Hearing the word family, she drew her hand back. Glimpses of what she had known to be her family crossing her mind. She shook her head and wrote it off as it just being her imagination making things up. "We don't choose our lives, do we..?" She said in the end. Half admitting that no, it wasn't what she wanted.<br/><br/>She didn't talk for some time after that. As they walked, she considered pulling him over to the church, to pray. For her father, and forgiveness. But Goose didn't seem a one for that at all. "How do you expect to make me better anyways..?" Thinking for a moment about the response her father would have come up with. That a good<em>fuck</em>would set her right. She pulled away from Goose entirely then. As she realizing she was acting just as her father expected her to. Being all over him the way she was. Her face drew blank. "May I ask you a question?" Feeling the need this time to ask permission to ask what she wanted, as it was something she was wary of asking. As she didn't know how he would react.