Sometimes, it was nice to just sit next to her father and do nothing. She didn't have to talk (they weren't talkative people, really,), or be absurdly paranoid about what he might say about Vega (Just a friend, Dad, sheesh.).

No, it was nice, they could just sit there with nice hair together and try to. So nice, that she didn't see the sudden look exchanged between parents as she read her book, and her paranoia was firmly in the OFF position as Leon put his arm around her shoulder. Then, suddenly, there were hands all over her hair.

"WLKJsdfaldfhdkfjhklakljdaaaa! DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD."