[He waits a bit, staring down at his fancy phone and wondering if he actually wants to talk about this. It's not like it's some big secret, Carlisle knew. That weird girl fucking Peter knew. But it's a little different telling Len. Someone who would judge him and it might matter a teensy bit somewhere in his burnt husk of a soul.
Eventually he does call him, sitting on a bench overlooking the barren wasteland outside Anchor. Time to air some dirty laundry in public.]
Whatever kind of tv show drama bullshit you think this is gonna be, it's really not.
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[He waits a bit, staring down at his fancy phone and wondering if he actually wants to talk about this. It's not like it's some big secret, Carlisle knew. That weird girl fucking Peter knew. But it's a little different telling Len. Someone who would judge him and it might matter a teensy bit somewhere in his burnt husk of a soul.
Eventually he does call him, sitting on a bench overlooking the barren wasteland outside Anchor. Time to air some dirty laundry in public.]
Whatever kind of tv show drama bullshit you think this is gonna be, it's really not.