|: Parkers angst, I must have.

“When I traded our humble apartment for a seat at the Vatican’s council, you barely could stand on your own. Look at you now.”

|: I kinda want to make him an exorcist so I can interact with the magical and supernatural side of the verse.

It’s time to prepare the first mass of the day. Perhaps after, he has the time to meet his nephew.

“Look at you, all grown-up.”

“I’m finally home. Took me thirteen years to do so but I’ve found my way back.”

“I understand the outrage. I–these thirteen years that went by have been rather complicated, to say the least. By no means am I trying to excuse myself for my silence but there’s more of a story that prevented me from doing so.”

It’s a bit too late now. The boy agreed to meet him later that day.

After an entire afternoon attending to the needs of his parish, he finally found the time to catch a cab to Queens.

:: Interactions, I need them.