Chimera Fields you're just a line in a song.

Her son.

Penn felt nothing at all for a moment. Perhaps out of self-preservation. Perhaps because he was just slow. Whatever the case, he took his time processing that little nugget of information, and in the end, he was surprised to find it actually didn’t hurt as much as he initially feared it would. After all, he was a father himself, even if he’d never known his kids.

He shook the thought away as she continued. His heart sank some at her words because he saw the dishonesty in them. This wasn’t about him. It was, in a way. But not entirely. Had it been, it might’ve meant… well, it didn’t really matter.

Penn rolled his eyes as she started to walk away. Would any of their encounters ever not go like this? She shit all over him, he argued, she bitched and moaned and played the victim and walked away, leaving him standing there, staring after her? Penn knew he should just let her walk. He’d imagined running into her again more times than he wanted to admit, and it never ended in her just walking away, even though that’s what seemed to happen every time.

This time, he should let her. Just to see.

But then again, that’s what he’d done the most recent time, hadn’t he?

”What do you want from me, Fenn?” Penn called after her, sounding tired, ”Do you want to know where I’ve really been? What I’ve actually been doing? Do you want to know how I actually felt when I left last time? Do you want to know how I actually feel now? Would it make a difference? Or are you so pissed at me or whatever or whoever else it is that’s loaded all this emotional baggage onto you that you’re just going to keep on hauling it around, being pissed off regardless of what anyone says or does?”

“You can have anything you want from me. Just please quit trying to walk away,” Penn said with a sigh, ”It’s been years. Haven’t you noticed yet that it’s just not going to work?”