He kept his arms around his daughter's waist as they walked down the hallway. He didn't need another scare like that again.

"I'm starving" She hummed as she rested her head against his shoulder.

"If you didn't fight me this morning than you would've had food."

Charlie breathed deeply.

He lingered his gaze down on her as they walked before returning his gaze in front of him. He missed these moments, the moments when he and his daughter weren't at each other's throats, when they weren't having target practice. When they just could act like father and daughter for a few spilt seconds.

He stopped in front of a door that was two doors down from the dining room.

Charlie stood up straight as she watched him, she watched as he pulled his key out from his pant pocket. She watched as he unlocked the door and pushed it open.

Her eyes lit up when she noticed he had unlocked the door to the kitchen, she didn't hesitate to step in as her gaze bounced around the room.

She noted a fire extinguisher hanging on the wall. She noted two large fridges with clear doors and a commerical freezer. She noted the large metal bench in the middle of the room, double sinks positioned in the middle of the mental benches that were against the wall, she noted a commercial dishwasher propped on one side of the room.

"Charlotte, No."

Charlie turned her attention to her dad.

"No." He paid attention to her as he stood by the doorway "I know that look, just no."

"What look? I always have this look" She watched as he moved away from the door and towards the fridges.

He glanced into the near empty fridges; inside one of the fridges was two jugs, one jug was filled with juice and the other water, inside the other fridge was wrapped leftovers from the meals that Charlie had barely touched.

"You're coming up with a plan." He glanced over at his daughter "A kitchen has a lot of things you can use against me."

"Now, why would I want to use anything against you?" She watched as he opened the fridge doors "I know I'm your weakness, so I'd just do it to myself instead."

He pulled out a jug of water and placed it on the bench, he lifted his gaze to Charlie's face before turning his back to her.

Charlie lifted herself up onto the edge of the table, she gently swung her legs.

He noticed her reflection on the glass of the fridge "Off."

Charlie ignored him as she watched him pull two plates of wrapped plates full of food.

"Off, now."

Charlie pouted at him "There's no chairs in here."

"Charlotte."

"It's Charlie."

He began to unwrap the cling wrap from the plates.

"Remember when you taught me how to suffocate someone with cling wrap than slice them with the edge of the cling wrap box." She absentmindedly spoke.

"Off the table."

"I was only seven."

He looked up at his daughter's face, she looked distracted as she concentrated on her memories.

"I won't say it again." He calmly spoke.

Charlie turned her attention to him "I remember any time I stood on the chairs or even sat on the tables, you were always calm." She picked up the cling wrap he had discarded on the table. Charlie began to smooth out the cling wrap before jumping off the table.

He watched his daughter as she began to move to the opposite side of the table.

Charlie looked up from the cling wrap in her hands and up at his face, she scrunched up the cling up before flicking it back onto the table.

He pushed a plate of food towards her.

Charlie watched as he kept his guard up as he stepped towards the commercial dishwasher, he lifted up the top and grabbed out two forks, two knives and two glasses before stepping back over to the table.

He pushed a glass, a fork and a knife towards Charlie.

She poured two glasses of water.

Charlie stabbed her fork into the cold roast potato, she lifted up the fork. "Why is it always the same food?"

"It's not."

Charlie looked down at her plate of food, it was the same meal she had when she killed Josie. A roast meal.

She looked at the potato on her fork as she imagined how she killed Josie. "It's always the same food" Charlie repeated as she looked up at her father "When I... Any time I killed someone, there would be a roast for dinner. When I...failed, I wouldn't eat. When I...you praised me...I was reward with..." She looked at her tattooed wrist.

He reached for his glass of water.

"Juice was for breakfast. Water was a necessity."

He took a sip from his glass.

"You taught me to watch my intake, last thing you need is to be full while fighting." She looked down at the potato on her fork before bringing it to her lips and taking a bite.

He placed down his glass as he watched his daughter.

Charlie allowed the taste of potato to linger in her mouth.

He began to pick at the food on his plate.

Charlie stabbed another roast potato onto her fork.

He watched as she savoured the taste.

Charlie drifted her eyes over to him.

"Food plays with the memory." He spoke.

"It reminds you to savour the little things in life." Charlie finished his sentence.

"Liquid runs through the body." He started

"Like blood, keeping you moving and keeping you focused." Charlie finished his sentence again.

"Being full is only in the mind." He started.

"No one wants to lose because food got the better of them." Charlie finished his sentence yet again.

He smiled at his daughter; Charlie smiled in return.

They both finished their meals in silence.

He placed down his knife and fork on top of his empty plate.

Charlie poured the remainder of the water from the jug into her glass.

"Weakness." He began.

"Is something you shouldn't have." Charlie didn't let him finish.

"Family." He started.

"Is more than blood, it's the ones who don't turn their backs on you. The ones who don't blackmail, lie or betray you." Charlie paused.

He went to open his mouth to speak.

Charlie stopped him "Family is a luxury." She sighed.

"It's not a luxury if it serves a purpose."

"Everything has a purpose." Charlie lowered her gaze to her empty plate, her knife and fork sat either side of the plate.

He stepped around the table, he stood by Charlie's side "You're not a luxury but do serve a purpose."

Charlie slowly rose her eyes to look at his face. "Are you going to give some biblical rubbish?"

"I was going to say your purpose was to be my daughter. Your mother and I."

Charlie felt her jaw tighten. "Save the story." She found her words.

He placed his hand on her shoulder, his thumb barely pressed onto the shoulder where her bullet wound was.

She glanced down at his fingers "Damage is nothing more than."

"Than a lesson learnt." He finished her sentence.

"Even a baby needs" Charlie started.

He didn't finish her sentence. "No. A baby doesn't need that." He moved his hand away from her shoulder and down to his side. "A baby can't fend for themselves; they need to be looked after. When a child starts to crawl, that's when they need to learn that protection is earnt."

Charlie wrapped her arms around his waist, he wrapped his arms around her waist. She rested her head on his shoulder as he rested his cheek against her head.

He smiled at the quiet embrace they had.