What Would You Give

Father and Son

There was a time in Dante's life where he was happy. That time was when he was a child and the future seemed limitless and pure to him, but as he grew older he learned that the future was not so limitless. It was full of darkness and a looming presence in his life that would suck the happiness from it like a black hole would a bright star.

What do you do when the person you love keeps a big secret from you for years?

Dante sat on the floor in front of his desk with a bottle of whiskey in his right hand. He leaned against the desk with his elbow propped up on his knee and just sat there in reflection. How does someone keep something like that away from you? He was sure it was because it was his fault and honestly he didn't deserve to even talk to Roe now. He even ignored the opening of the door.

"Well, look at you." It was Trish. "How pathetic." She walked up to him and lightly kicked his outstretched leg with her black boots. "Have you been like this all day?"

"Maybe." He said looking up at her with red eyes. "What do you want?" He had practically pleaded to her with those eyes to get him out of the mess he was in.

"I was in the area." She put a hand on her hip.

"Sure you were. You're just here to tell me something else I don't know that I should know." He said before bringing the whiskey to his lips again. She rolled her eyes and grunted.

"You always do this. Every time you learn something life changing you pity yourself instead of going do something about it." Trish obviously knew too and that sort of pissed him off.

"How long have you known?" He looked up at her and put the bottle down.

"Not long. I payed her a visit and she had pictures of him all over her office. I wasn't going to get into it, but Lady called me and started ranting about how everything went to shit." Trish said as Dante sighed.

"Him?" So, he had a son. "At least you can be honest." He took another swig of whiskey.

"I'm not going to get into your business, Dante, but maybe you should do something about it before the kid becomes a target." Trish said before putting her sunglasses on. "I may not be the motherly type as you put it, but I know that you can do better than this." She told him before walking out of the shop and leaving him to his self destructive ways again.

Dante sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Like it or not, Trish was right. He didn't know how to feel. He could just make sure the kid stayed safe from afar or even just not do anything about it. He groaned at the thought of it because he would not be any better than his own father if he did that and his mother would hate him for all eternity. He was pretty sure if Eva was alive he would not be sitting here with a bottle of whiskey thinking about abandoning the only son he had.

"Shit." He said putting the bottle down on the floor and getting up. He picked up the picture of his mother and on the inside he wanted so much for her to be here to help him sort over this mess. Hell, he even wanted his father here to at least tell him how to do this.

He had to find Roe.

Dante set the picture down and headed up the stairs to take a shower and change clothes. He would track Roe down and try not to get angry at her while talking to her. He would do it just this once for his son only because the kid didn't deserve to be in a fight between his parents. His feelings for Roe hadn't changed, he still loved her, but he was angry. Angrier than he had been in a while.

Thirty minutes later he was dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt with a regular black jacket ready to go. He grabbed the keys to the motorcycle he bought a year or so ago and left Devil May Cry. Given that he knew she worked at the Museum it would be closing in half an hour so he had enough time to make it there.