She smiled, picking up her ball and following him. She wrapped an arm around his waist and gave him a hug, "That's alright. We all go through phases like that when we're young, I think. Unfortunately some people never grow out of them."

With another squeeze she let go of his waist and moved to drop her ball, lining up her next shot. This one went further, actually making it all the way down to the green before rolling to a stop. "I don't think that's weird at all. Our father walked out on us when we were young. We found out a few years ago that it was because Grams told him to leave but when we were kids all we knew was he left. Prue never forgave him. She hated him, really. I was so young when he left that I never even really remembered him..." She paused, looking up at him, "But I still missed him and wished I could know him. I still loved him even though he left us."