[He's likely only willing to do this because he's had this talk with enough other people by now. Most of them were close friends but...one of them was Zane, simply because he said the right thing at the right moment.
It's becoming a common pattern with him, of late. His trust issues are still hard ingrained but he sees the point less and less in keeping secrets around here. They always tend to come out, one way or another.]
I feel like I always start with the same disclaimer: my son and I were never close. That's either an excuse on my end or a mitigating circumstance on his. I wanted to be a father but I wasn't always...there for him. I cared for and protected him in my own way. I wasn't affectionate, and much of the time I was more concerned with seeing he grew up capable to follow in my footsteps. That he could take care of himself in life.
Paxton - my son - was always more interested in enjoying the things that wealth and power gave him access to, rather than working hard to ensure that that wealth and power would always be around. After a certain point I got fed up, and I sent him away. I gave him a job out of the country, put strict supervisions on all his accounts, and told him to call my personal assistant if he needed anything.
[He pauses, looking to the side, thinking, rather than straight at her.]
And then about five years went by. And suddenly I was the one who needed him.
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[He's likely only willing to do this because he's had this talk with enough other people by now. Most of them were close friends but...one of them was Zane, simply because he said the right thing at the right moment.
It's becoming a common pattern with him, of late. His trust issues are still hard ingrained but he sees the point less and less in keeping secrets around here. They always tend to come out, one way or another.]
I feel like I always start with the same disclaimer: my son and I were never close. That's either an excuse on my end or a mitigating circumstance on his. I wanted to be a father but I wasn't always...there for him. I cared for and protected him in my own way. I wasn't affectionate, and much of the time I was more concerned with seeing he grew up capable to follow in my footsteps. That he could take care of himself in life.
Paxton - my son - was always more interested in enjoying the things that wealth and power gave him access to, rather than working hard to ensure that that wealth and power would always be around. After a certain point I got fed up, and I sent him away. I gave him a job out of the country, put strict supervisions on all his accounts, and told him to call my personal assistant if he needed anything.
[He pauses, looking to the side, thinking, rather than straight at her.]
And then about five years went by. And suddenly I was the one who needed him.