Temper, temper! *Alexander Figgles, Private*

"Oh." Charity wasn't sure what to make of that. The chimera made him ask her out? Why would Parker actually go through with it if he didn't really care about the answer. She raised an eyebrow at him and nodded. "Family can be stupid." All the time. She added to herself, then shrugged. "No big deal."

She swam around a bit, feeling an uncomfortable silence setting in. She went under a few times to have some privacy, to think, to, brood? She'd been doing a lot of that lately. Too much. Finally she came up and smiled. No more miss unhappy-face.

Charity grinned, getting splashed with water. "Nice! I wish I could do that! I think flying would be a lot of fun." She flapped her arms a little. "It doesn't really work, does it?" She floated on her back for a few minutes, looking at the retreating sun. She raised her hand and gave a little wave as it moved behind the trees. She supposed that she should go soon. What with curfew.

"It's getting kinda late." She said quietly.

Charity walked to the shore, drying off with her towel. She didn't really want to go, but it was probably best to not get eaten by harpies or anything like that. She pulled her on her shorts over her swim suit and turned back to Parker in time to see him jumping out of the water, a horrified look on his face.

"What's wrong?" She looked at the water and back at him. "Parker?"

Agile? Who was that? Charity took a small step forward. He didn't seem really there. Like he was thinking, or maybe remembering something. Obviously it was something very difficult, which she understood. She understood completely. It was all to easy for her to get sucked into her nightmarish experience in that ally. She waiting patiently for a few minutes, but curiosity got the better of her.

"Parker, are you OK?" She decided it probably wasn't a good idea to sneak up on him, so she made sure she was in his line of vision. Her hand found her necklace, like it always did when she was upset or concerned. Her fingers traced the outside of the Fleur De Lis. "You seem kinda..." Her voice trailed off, unsure of what to say.

Charity got ready to make a mad dash at any moment. He seemed to be converting into what he called 'the monster side'. From what she'd heard of it (which wasn't much), it wasn't something she wanted to stick around for. She was good at running, very good, actually, but she wanted to make sure he was actually losing it before she ran off.

He didn't. She breathed a sigh of relief as he turned back into his normal state, or, what she was used to at lease. He was crying. She breathed in, unsure of what to do. If she had known him for longer, she probably would have been able to help, but she had no clue what the situation had been, or who Agile was. Charity signed again and said the only thing she could think to say.

"Maybe she couldn't bare the thought of you dying. The thought of carrying on without you." She turned away slightly. "I don't know..."

Charity listened, horror building up with each sentence. She looked up at the sky, expecting to have them both cursed or killed or something worse for what Parker had said. She took a deep breath. Nothing was happening, yet. She walked over to Parker.

"Hey, don't, don't yell like that. It's..." She had nearly said 'it's going to be fine', but she somehow knew that it really wasn't. "It's hard, and stupid, and completely messed up. But that's life for freaks like us." She made sure to emphasize the 'us', to make sure he didn't take it the wrong way. "There's nothing to be done now." In retrospect, it wasn't very sympathetic, at all. Actually, it was kinda cruel, but she wasn't used to people breaking down and yelling and crying. Well, not people she didn't hate.

Charity took a step back. She had never been great at giving advice. But this...He was having a meltdown. This was part of what she hated about Stephanie, about her mother. When they didn't get their way, they broke down and cried, or yelled, or acted like a two year old. Parker wasn't exactly doing the same thing, but this was just as aggravating. She tried to be logical, she tried to be sympathetic. It was never enough. Never. Whatever she tried to do, Parker obviously didn't want to be comforted. This made her very annoyed indeed. She wanted to leave him there and let the tantrum run its course, but she supposed that wouldn't be nice. Instead, she sat on the beach a few feet away and started playing her pocket flute that she usually kept with her.