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It was just... a really fuckin' long nap.

He continues to hide. He's the Hide n' Seek master.

It's been a minute. That was a very long trip.

Carl sat outside the decrepit school, leg jumping as he spun the golden band on his finger.

The smile was instantaneous, and he was on his feet fast, hat toppling from his head as he launched himself into a hug.

His hair was awful and uncut, all dead ends and far past his shoulders, and a decent sized bandage covered his jaw, pink scrapes peeking out under sterile white, but he positively glowed in Mitch's presence, no matter how roughed you he was. "Yes, it's a 'yes'!"

With a hand on the back of Mitch's neck, Carl gave him a quick kiss. He'd always been more prone to affection when no one was looking. Alone, just the two of him, that cold shell of a survivor falling away for a moment. "What a relief," he said, cracking a smile.

His laugh was breathy, hand reaching up to touch the matted hair. "Is it that bad?" It was. Caked with leaves, there was a twig in that mess, poking out from the rat's nest. "Can you help me out, then?"

Jesus christ.

I'm a bitter fucking bitch.

The forces seem a bit spread thin, and god only knows shit just loves to hit the fan when people aren't prepared.

A breathy noise escapes Carl as he tenses, unsure of what to do in the face of this kind of danger. ”Dad?“ he manages in a small voice, the tremble, that hadn't been there for many years, audible once more.

Every day I wake up AND IM MARRIED

I MISSED YOU, FUCK.

He has a present. Of course he does. It's for ༄ 𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇.

the girls are fightin'

man.....