Regan looked to the man after a moment or two before sighing softly... she felt bad for making him feel like this, but she hadn't exactly had the best experience with... people. She was fully expecting him to turn around and still be angry at her, but he just seemed... miserable, he really did. She nodded gently before shaking her head. "I- no, don't apologise," she murmured quickly before scurrying over to him. She gently picked up his hat and dusted it off, holding it on her lap. "It's okay," she whispered gently. "I shouldn't have asked... or snuck up on you... there was no need for it. I didn't mean to upset you," she murmured, her voice still quiet.

Tyler chuckled slightly. "I didn't think you were the one to keep the 'I'm sorry' going around. Still, it's okay. If you have any questions, please ask them now while I think you are funny for about 3.2 seconds." He joked slightly, lifting his head and running a hand through his hair. "Though I really shouldn't have gotten mad." He added slightly thoughtfully, relaxing just slightly with a sigh.

The young woman just sighed and shook her head at him... she still felt awful about everything, but if he wanted her to stop apologising... well, then she'd have to stop. And she did have questions for him. He was trying to joke... which she supposed was a good thing. "It's fine," she murmured at his last comment. "Well... when did this all happen? Your dad seemed fine when I saw him," she whispered, fiddling with his hat as she spoke, clearly quite nervous that she'd say or ask something that would upset him awfully... she joked about most things, but she'd never wanted to actually upset the man.

Tyler got ready, running a hand through his thick hair. He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "It all started happening when I wanted to sing instead of do sports. Maybe about a year ago. As I started spending more time practicing singing and less time practicing, say, racing, he got extremely angry. As I started getting 2nd, or 3rd in the races instead of getting first, he got even more angry. When I told him I didn't want to do sports anymore, that I wanted to sing, he blew up." Tyler shrugged, his voice dipping as sorrow took over. "At least I did improve ,y singing voice." He chuckled slightly, his eyes glazed over. "Anyway, that's when I wrote the album 'Bury Me In Texas'. I was 99 percent sure I wasn't going to die soon, from the new 'experiment' that went wrong or from my dads wrath. Just one last reminder." Tyler sighed, tucking his hands under his head and staring up at the Sky

Regan sat and listened to his little tale, only feeling worse for him as he went on... so his father had beaten him because he didn't want to do sports? She couldn't wrap her head around it. "I'm sorry," she whispered once more... she didn't know why she was apologising, but it felt like she'd needed to do it... she'd asked the question. She panicked when she saw his eyes glaze over, grabbed the hat she'd placed to the side and placed it on his head with a gentle smile. "Well, at least he's not here now," she murmured quietly, looking to the side as both of the dogs came over and started nuzzling the boy in an attempt to make him feel better. She wanted all of this to go away for him, but it wouldn't, and she knew that.

Tyler glanced at the girl. "I don't know why you're apologizing." He chuckled slightly, rubbing his face With his hands. He readjusted the hat on his head and stood up with a sigh. "I'd guess I'd better get into high gear and start cooking the deer." He murmured. He had already stripped and gutted it elsewhere, now he had to cut off the meat and cook it. So he proceeded to do that, strip by strip.

Regan frowned as she watched the boy go to cook a deer... well, she wanted to help, and she felt bad about teasing him about is dad... she actually felt awful. That was why he was so upset about her teasing him about it. She sat down next to him after a few moments and kind of nudged him with her arm. "And what about your mother? Was she alright?" She asked quietly.

Tyler glanced over at her while he was placing the deer meat over the fire. "She was amazing, and she tried to interfere but I wouldn't let her." He shrugged. "What if my dad got mad one night because she tried to stop him and starting hurting her, instead?" Tyler tipped his head as he remembered something. "Oh wow, I might have another under laying suspicion as to why my dad hates me. You know my dad was in the Navy Seals, right? Well he loved it. He was the smartest and strongest one there. Then one day he got word he had a baby at home. A baby boy. The Seals said that he should go home to take care of his son.. so they pretty much kicked him off the force. My dad was so angry.... maybe it wasn't all about the sports. Maybe it's just... me." Tyler frowned. This made him extremely sad, to think it wasn't anything he did. It was just... him. Him being born. Him staying alive. Tyler let loose a sigh and leaned back against the tree while the deer was cooking

The girl cocked her head at him, a frown across her face... no way would his father have just hated... well, him. It was awful... and how he was trying to stay with the boy, just for protection? That was what it seemed like, at least. "That is... horrible," she murmured as she reached out to help out with the deer, a small sigh escaping her... she hated that things were so horrible for him, even before the whole experiment had gone wrong.

"Well... actually wen the experiment went wrong things just got better." Tyler grinned slightly, turning the deer again. "My dad couldn't find me till a couple days ago, I've been taking care of myself, I found and trained Raptor, and I met you. What could be going better." Tyler joked, taking a breath and tipping his hat so he could actually see the deer as it turned. It wasn't getting closer to done...