"If you'd done somethin' that needed praisin' I'd have done it already. Piss off." His voice broke the silence that had seemed to stretch on for hours around the dying campfire. You'd been staring at your father, waiting for some kind of acknowledgement of an achievement, of your success, hell, even just that you were his kin and that he liked you. The crackling of the fire filled the air again as he resumed his meal, taking care not to even look in your general direction as if he held you in the same realm of disgust as he did vermin or pests. Did you bring in profits when you went out robbing? Sure, but so had Kieran, and everyone knew that whiney sleazeball wasn't particularly high on the social totem poll. Colm considered you one of his biggest failures if he was being honest with himself. Just another weak link that he had the burden of knowing he made. He wasn't even sure how you'd found him or the gang but while he wasn't willing to waste a bullet putting you down, he was close to asking one of his men hogtie you and send you swimming in the river if you didn't stop staring at him like a puppy he'd somehow hurt.