There's a muted amount of surprise when Killian mentions her having a pirate tied up, he looks up through his eyelashes, studying Hook with keen interest. There's an internal struggle for a second or two where he decides whether or not to press this line of questioning, but he knows enough about the reasons behind Hook's vendetta against his father to understand why it would be a powerful, almost consuming bargaining chip for information. He hadn't been aware they'd been in contact, but now that he knows she was a liar and a manipulator, he can't find himself exceedingly surprised.
Within those few seconds, he decides firmly and swiftly that he's happier not knowing the details. That Tamara had used him had been a deep and scathing blow already, finding out all the dirty details would only put salt in the wound. She's dead. He's dead. Everything she'd done to wrong them is in the past now, and he's not interested in living there with it.
So his eyes tug away calmly, settling with a resignation and sadness on the window across Hook's room.
"It wasn't your fault either," He says finally, a sincere furrow in his brow. "What happened to my mom- she made her choice, and my father did what he always did back then. If she's giving you the same kinda look Tamara's been giving me, then... I don't know, you proll'y been tearing your hair out a little too, so..."
It's awkward to say, just like everything seems to be between them, but he feels like it needs to be said. Feels like if it would mean anything to Hook from anyone at all, it would mean the most coming from her son.
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Within those few seconds, he decides firmly and swiftly that he's happier not knowing the details. That Tamara had used him had been a deep and scathing blow already, finding out all the dirty details would only put salt in the wound. She's dead. He's dead. Everything she'd done to wrong them is in the past now, and he's not interested in living there with it.
So his eyes tug away calmly, settling with a resignation and sadness on the window across Hook's room.
"It wasn't your fault either," He says finally, a sincere furrow in his brow. "What happened to my mom- she made her choice, and my father did what he always did back then. If she's giving you the same kinda look Tamara's been giving me, then... I don't know, you proll'y been tearing your hair out a little too, so..."
It's awkward to say, just like everything seems to be between them, but he feels like it needs to be said. Feels like if it would mean anything to Hook from anyone at all, it would mean the most coming from her son.