Léan huffed. "Who's being the stubborn one, now?" he teased, playfully. "Hmph..." He rested his head on the headrest of his seat, contently.

"Well, I did learn from the best," Glory teased back as she started the car and started to head home.

"Oh, very funny," Léan grumbled, folding his arms across his chest. He was teasing, of course, but it looked so authentic that he was almost fooling himself.

Glory rolled her eyes, knowing he was teasing. The trip home seemed shorter than the trip out, and she was glad to be pulling into her own driveway again.

Betelgeuse was still there. He'd doven under the rocks when her car had returned. He didn't like human vehicles.

Léan sighed. "Should we try to talk to him about it...? I don't know how he'll react..."

"We can, if you'd like," Glory said. "I'm staying away from the shore, though. I don't think I can keep myself from kicking him in the face, otherwise."

"...I can't talk to him alone. I'm terrified to." Léan looked down at the ground. "I don't think I can convince him. He'll never believe a word that comes out of my mouth. It sounds strange, but he would probably take your word over mine, especially if you have proof of things..."

"I never said I wouldn't go with you," Glory said. "I wouldn't make you do that alone. Besides, I have proof. Arabella printed out the stuff she found so far, I have it in my purse."

Léan sniffed slightly. He was afraid of confronting his father. The man terrified him, even when he was semi-calm. His hands were shaking. He didn't think he'd be able to hold back his violence if Betelgeuse started on him again, which he knew he would.

Glory reached over and took his hand.

"It's okay," she said softly. "I'll be right next to you, and I have no issues breaking his nose." The last part was meant to try to lighten the mood a little.

Léan bowed his head a little. "He will start on me, and I will lose my temper. If he even begins to start on me, I'm not going to be able to hold myself back. I don't want to fight him. If we end up fighting, one of us won't make it."

"Then how about I talk to him?" Glory suggested. "You can stay inside, maybe see if there's any good daytime TV on. I can even dig out some of my old movies, if you want."

"...I don't want to force you to," Léan replied, worriedly. "I don't want him to hurt you...maybe...I can stay in your room, by the window...and watch? If he tries to make a move, I can say something..."

Glory nodded.

"That's fine," she said. "I just want to strip my bed first, and put fresh sheets on it."

Léan nodded, noting that his father was now resting in the deeper shallows. Far enough out that he was barely visible, but close enough to keep an eye on the house.

Glory saw him too, but ignored him.

"Come on," she said. "Let's go inside."

Once Léan was fully settled on the wheelchair, he followed Glory inside, an anxious look on his face. He knew it would be bad for him to try to talk to his father, now, in the state he was in. It would not go well...nonetheless, he was still worried about sending Glory out there alone.

Once Glory was inside, she immediately went to the linnen closet to grab a new set of sheets for her bed. It didn't take her long to strip and re-sheet her bed, and she tossed the old sheets into the laundry.

"Alright," she said, "you can hang out in my room, if you want."

Léan hoisted himself up off the wheelchair and onto her bed, so he could easily and comfortably peer out her window. He had a clear view of the beach, so he nodded, once. "All right. I can see from here...I will alert you if I see him make a move."

"Alright," Glory said. She gave him a kiss. "And I'll be careful all the same."

Léan responded to her kiss, slowly. "I know you will. Just...don't try to fight him if he does anything. Run..."

"I know," Glory said. "I'll be alright." Making sure she had the printout, she made her way out to the beach. She made sure to stay more than an arm's length away from the shoreline, just in case.

Betelgeuse didn't approach her. Instead, he just watched her from where he was laying, his tail flicking back and forth in a slow, wary manner.

"I know you can hear me," Glory said. "Look, I still think you're an asshole, but I figured you'd want to know that I've got some people looking for information on the guy who owns that little yacht, the one from the Gulf of Mexico."

Betelgeuse floated up a bit, poking his head up above water. "Why would you bother looking anything up?" he sneered. "Your kin is the one who pulled her up. Hurt her. Possibly killed her."