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Loki tilted his head at him then looked back to the woods. Exploring was always fun. "Works for me." He didn't mention anything about in case they got lost for he always just used his wings to fly up over the trees to find his place again. Picking a place to start, Loki began walking, not too interested in taking any of the paths.

Tristian decided to cut through the woods instead of walking around them. He figured that it would better insure he not run into anyone else, and it would save him a good ten minutes of walking time. It was getting cold out, and he had forgotten his jacket at the apartment, but getting it back didn't prove any help since he couldn't find it. As he walked, he stumbled, and fell against a tree. No big deal, he thought, until he realized his sleeve was covered in sap. Awe, man...he whined, frustrated and exhausted.

Tristian glanced to the boy before looking back to his sleeve, but did a double take and looked back to the boy with wide eyes. Huh?! He'd forgotten that he and Greta had agreed to make their child older, to make it a little easier on both of them. But he didn't expect the child to already be here. He'd hoped he'd be with Greta when it happened. I...Maybe...Er...he offered a pathetic smile and moved his hands behind his back, the sap on his sleeve fading with a faint flicker of magic.

Blushing terribly at the boy's words, Tristian leaned away from the silver haired one some. His question, on the other hand, made him frown. Why would you say I don't love you? And...'Cacia?

Acacia...I'm sorry. And, it's nice to meet you, Constantine. The blonde smiled slightly, though he was deeply saddened by a couple things. One, he wasn't there when his children were brought into the waking world; Two, his son thought he was unwanted and/or hated; Three, because he had no idea where Greta might be, so he could see how she was doing. It is a little chilly...If you want, I could show you how to cast warming charms over yourself, so you don't have to worry?

Well, I was headed home, Tristian started, frowning to Constantine as he wrapped his arms around himself, the sap now gone from his sleeve. But now, I think I'd like to find Greta...to see how she's doing. He blushed some but kept his gaze to the boy, who he wanted to move forward and embrace.

Tristian's heart stopped beating as he heard Constantine's words. Realizing the tense used didn't correspond with his statement made him relax ever so slightly, but tears still welled in his eyes, making them a very vibrant blue. I do too care. It's not fair for you to make such assumptions. I love your mom very much. And I love you and your sister, too. His voice was rather scratchy, and almost forced in his fragile state. The thought of Greta dying because of him made him want to hurt himself, whether it was a malicious joke or not.

It does matter, if it means something to you or your sister or your mother. Tristian offered, stepping closer to Constantine. I want to be with your mother, and with you and Acacia...I just...He wasn't sure what to say, and he was even less sure that the silver haired boy would understand. Give me a chance, please? The plea came rather pathetically from him, and he looked to Constantine with sincere eyes.