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Otto’s thumbs twiddled as his leg shook. His gaze had been fixated on the closed door outside of the living room, the door keeping a very heartbroken boy inside. The scientist groaned, wiping his face.
An hour had to have passed since he lashed out at Peter. He wished he could take those words back, he would do anything to.
I let my emotions dictate my actions, and now look what I’ve done. Otto thought, his head gently lowering to his hands as he tried not letting any more emotions get to him.
I hurt Peter…I told him the most important figure in his life would be disappointed in him while he’s going through this change, and I said I was disappointed in him! I sound just like my father-
Father, please stop. You aren’t like your father. Plus…Peter hurt you!
“Harry, I know he might have said some…things that may or may not have hurt…” Otto paused. Hearing the bitterness of Peter’s voice in his head stung at his heart again.
“…but he’s going through some changes his body can’t control apparently. Remember what Norman said? They’ll say stuff they don’t mean to say…” he trailed off weakly.
Peter is evolving? Moe questioned, laying on his fathers head. But, not in his control? Does he need help to take back control?
A silent purr was heard when Otto tapped the curious actuator. “He needs emotional help, something I apparently can’t provide. And I shouldn’t…because I’m not his father. I don’t have that authority,” he swallowed, “Peter was right.”
Doesn’t mean you still don’t take care of the boy when he’s angry, sad, or there when he’s happy. You tend his wounds and comfort him, just like us, Father. Flo reasoned, near Otto’s hand.
Peter hurt you, so you punished him. Harry said.
Otto winced at that sentence.
When we’re naughty, you silence us to let us think over our actions. Peter was rude, neglectful, and acting childish. He would be freezing below temperatures if you didn’t take authority, Father.
He avoided his gaze from his children. “I went about it the wrong way, Flo. I said too much, I got angry. I’m supposed to support him in this period, but all I did was hurt him.”
Larry, Harry, Moe, and Flo didn’t respond, only whirring softly in understanding. Flo nudged his hand. But, when we’re hurt, you find ways to fix us.
Perhaps we can fix what happened, and fix Peter. You humans need bandages when you’re injured, so we will bandage the problems and treat them like wounds.
Otto scoffed. “It takes more than bandaging to fix heartbreak.”
It’s worth a try, though. Larry lowered his claw to face his father. Trying is better than nothing.
“…you’re right.”
***
Otto nearly forgot about the sweet bread that was baking in the oven because he was so focused on the microwave timer that was heating up a drink. He had to start somewhere in making up with Peter, right? What better way than to get him his favorite comfort treats?
The hot milk was ready when the machine beeped. Flo gently took the mug out and placed it on the counter as Harry and Larry were ripping open the cocoa powder packet. Moe got too curious and dipped a claw in the hot drink.
“Moe!” Otto pushed the actuator away.
It’s hot!
“Yes, it is. That’s for Peter,” Otto watched as Harry and Larry got most of the powder inside Peter’s mug. When they finished the stirring they all lowered weakly at the mess that was made.
Otto simply chuckled and shook his head. “You’re still practicing your coordination, it’s alright.”
Taking a few marshmallows from the bag of them and adding them to the drink, Otto gently guided Larry to hold the packet in the middle. “Harry, you can take your time so it doesn’t spill out.” Larry and Harry tried again for Otto’s drink, and they didn’t spill it!
Otto instantly sent mental praise to the actuators, their excited chirping filling the hall. All of them were alerted by the oven timer moments later. The sweet bread was done!
Now all they had to do was…talk to Peter.
You’re nervous, Father. Flo chirped, which Otto chuckled sadly to.
“I am.”
Harry and Larry nuzzled his shoulders in support as Moe patted his head.
We’ll bandage this wound. We always find a way!
***
Otto sighed softly, sifting down the hallway with two mugs as Harry and Larry each held a plate of warm sweet bread. Facing Peter’s door, he swallowed. This wasn’t going to be easy.
“Peter,” he had Flo knock for him, his hands distracted with their treats, “May I come in?”
He heard a few shuffles, then a sniff, but no verbal response.
“I know you can smell the cocoa and bread. It’s fresh from the oven.”
A beat passed; nothing.
“I put marshmallows and whip cream…I know it’s your favorite.”
To his surprise, he heard the thwipping sound of a web and heard the door click. “Fine.”
Otto couldn’t keep the small amused smile from his face as he slowly entered the guest room. In the center of the bed sat a lump of fabric, but it was obviously Peter. He wrapped the dark blanket around him tighter, facing away from the doctor. From far away it just seemed like he was an angry caterpillar in a cocoon.
“Peter, can we talk?” Otto stood near the doorway, wanting the boy to have his space.
“Can I have the cocoa?” He rasped out.
“Only if I can stay and explain myself to you, dear boy.”
The Spider-Man peeked from behind, two dark blue eyes accompanied with furrowed brows coming into view. He scanned Otto, before turning away again. “Fine.”
“Thank you.” With the permission given, Otto settled on the side of the bed. He reached one mug out to his mentee, the kid snatching it and sipping quietly. Even if he was trying to hide his flushed face with the blanket, Peter’s dried tears and baggy eyes were easy to notice. It only made Otto’s chest throb.
“So…explain yourself.” Peter muttered, the edge to his voice duller than it was before.
Otto swallowed. “Peter, my boy, I am…I am so sorry for those words I said earlier. I got angry, and I didn’t think of what I was saying, and then I hurt you.” He had to swallow again as his throat tightened.
I should never have hurt you, or said those things.
Peter paused as he was setting his mug down on the nightstand, a weird déjà vu flashing before his eyes. For some reason, for a split second, he saw Harry’s face where Otto sat. Peter didn’t know why he was there, or why the words Otto spoke of sounded so familiar.
“I’m not disappointed at you, not by a long shot, Peter. You…you are a brilliant man with a heart of gold. I was upset earlier because I’m worried about that heart being corroded…with the way you have acted lately.” He rested a hand on the boy, who was facing the same direction as him now. “This isn’t the Peter I know and care for.”
Love.
Otto awaited a response patiently. And finally, he saw Peter nod when he took a slice of sweet bread. The boy allowed his eyes to meet his mentor with a sniffle. “Yeah.”
The scientist’s expression softened. “With that, I just want to make sure you’re okay.” Otto watched as Peter instinctively curled tighter into the ball as he ate, just a small tuft of brown hair and swollen blues staring right back at him.
“Can I give you a hug?” Otto broke the silence with the question. “If that’s ok?” Peter shrugged in his cocoon as his way to say yes. Hesitant at first, Octavius embraced him in a short-lasting, sort of awkward side hug. “I’m sorry again, dear boy. That was not right of me.”
“Mhm.” Hummed Peter, his voice muffled by his blanket. As Otto’s hug ceased and the boy finished his bread, an air of uneasiness downcasted upon the two. What do they do now? Otto wasn’t sure, and he sighed.
Poor kid, he’s been through so much. He thought, If only there was a way to…
…and when it’s necessary, make them laugh. Can’t let them forget to smile. Flint Marko’s voice rang through the doctor’s head. Otto felt a small smile tug at his mouth. Perfect!
“Peter…” Harry and Larry set their plates on the nightstand, “have you ever tried to eat a clock?” Otto turned to the boy, acting like it was a serious question he was asking. The gloomy ball of blankets known as Spider-Man furrowed his brow and turned around.
“What?”
“Have you ever tried to eat a clock?”
“Wh…no. Who would…?” Slightly intrigued, his head poked out of the fabric a little more.
“Well,” Otto choked back a chuckle, “it’s very time consuming.”
The color drained from Peter’s face hearing the punchline. He groaned, covered his face up, and flopped to his side. “Are you serious?!”
Otto wheezed at the overreaction, clapping. “Cohome on! It’s a good one!” All the actuators were chirping in amusement as their father let out a bout of laughter.
“No it’s noooooot! It’s corny.” The grumpy lump whined.
“You, heheh, you wanna hear another?”
“No!” Blurted the boy. Otto snorted when looking at Peter, whose body was entirely curled up in the bed’s blankets, except for two feet sticking out.
“Okay, here’s another one: what do you call an acid that has an attitude?”
“Your mom.” Peter spat.
Otto ended up laughing harder at his response than what the actual punchline was. “No, no, you call it an a-mean-o acid!”
A few seconds passed, and then the ball of blankets shook a little. Otto smirked. “Did I make you laugh?”
Peter struggled to talk. “N-No, it’s not funny.”
“Ohh, I think I made you laugh!” He scooted closer, leaning over. “My dear boy, your blanket is shaking!”
“Maybe cause I’m cold,” Peter huffed lightly, curling tighter, “n-not cause the joke was funny…”
“Right, of course, biology jokes are outdated. Truly sorry, Peter.” Otto babbled.
Peter hummed. “You are forgiven.”
“I got it from this biologist's joke book and I wondered why it was on sale. I guess the biologist’s book is so bad, it was a…hard cell.”
A little pig-like noise escaped from the blanket.
“That one never fails!” Otto peered closer and tried seeing Peter's face, but the blanket was held tightly over. “Hey, where’s that smile? Come on out!” He tapped his shoulder. “I heard you snort!”
“Stoppp,” The blanket was pulled tighter. Otto huffed, crossing his arms.
He took a gander at the boy beneath him before realizing he wasn’t entirely shielded: Peter’s feet in oversized socks were poked out from the end of the blanket, toes curled. Otto chuckled, slowly sitting near them. “What if I do this?”
Peter let out an unexpected yelp when he felt fingers scratch on his soles. His legs pulled in under the blanket. “Ohohohhh, is someone ticklish?”
“Noho! I’m not!” Even though he was blind under the blanket, Peter attempted to shuffle away from his mentor, but felt something grab his ankle. “NO! I’m not, Otto!!” Peter flailed about, not able to find an opening to the fabric, so he just looked like a dancing ghost as Otto laughed at him. By the time he poked his head from the blanket, he felt the same fingers tickle at his foot and snorted. “O-Otto!!”
“Where’s that smile?” Cooed the scientist, holding his ankle up while the other hand scribbled at his sole. Peter kicked and kicked, biting his lip, but Otto didn’t budge. “Don’t hide it, Peter! Look at it! D’awww, almost as bright as the sun!” He teased.
Otto watched as the boy’s face started heating up, bubbly laughter just waiting to fly out of Peter's mouth by the way he was desperately trying to keep his composure. The scientist was so lost in his thoughts that Peter managed to slip out of his grip and bundle up again in the soft blanket, but this time he wasn’t far from Otto.
“You can’t hide forever,” Otto taunted, trying to sneak a hand under the blanket to reach Peter, “Show yourself, Spider-Man. It’s not a crime to be ticklish, you know.”
“I-I’m not! You’re just embarrassing me! Goho away!” The boy yelped as the fabric got tighter. Otto simply raised a brow before his actuators grabbed all sides of the blanket and quickly unwrapped the spider, left defenseless as the blanket now hung over him like a white flag. Otto could now see Peter’s wet parted hair dangling over his slightly sunken eyes. His pale cheeks were heating dangerously now, along with his twitching lips that were curling up into a nervous little smile.
Otto knew Peter was moments away from breaking out into laughter, and that’s exactly what the kid needed.
Before the boy could react, Otto had his actuators block each side of the bed so he wouldn’t be able to escape. Otto found Peter's distracted facade to dig his hands into Peter's sides, Peter immediately bursting into helpless giggling and falling back on the bed.
“HEHEhey!! Wait!” Peter sputtered, trying his best to push Otto's hands away as he attempted to find a means of escaping. “PFffeheheHAHAHA! NOhoho! ANYWHERE BUT THERE YOU- YOU AHASS!”
“Oh, I’m an ass now? You still trying to play the tough guy here?” His fingers dangled directly over the kid’s stomach. Peter gasped, melting into a pile of nervous giggles and holding his hands up in defense.
“DOHOn’t do that! Dude!!”
“What do you mean, ‘dude?’ I’m doing nothing.” Otto chirped, letting his hands curl into a claw and lower just an inch. But it made Peter yelp and grab at his wrists. His spider sense practically made it feel like the hands were tickling him already. “What’s got you all giggly, boy?”
“The hahand thing!”
“You’re that ticklish that even this tickles?”
“YES-!”
Otto hummed, raising his hands away. “Alright.” At the speed of light before Peter could react, Otto’s prized babies gently clamped onto the boy’s arms and legs to hold them down. “I’m going to hypothesize this is going to really tickle then, huh? Should I test out this theory?”
“N-no!” Peter squeaked out, completely defenseless as his sides and stomach were open for attack. This was totally not embarrassing at all. “Not all theories n-need to be tested!”
“True. Too bad this is one of them,”
Calloused hands quickly scribbled at Peter’s sides. A jarring mix between a scream and a laugh spilled out of the boy, which caught the doctor off guard. He paused, his heart skipping a beat.
“Oh dear, did I hurt you?” Otto asked in a hurry, pulling up Peter's shirt to check for any injuries as the boy nervously twitched. “I’m so sorry Peter. I only meant to make you laugh, not hurt you.”
Peter’s feet dug under the blanket to hide any other potential spots Otto could tickle him. His little defeated giggles slowed. “Otto, I’m f-fihihine.” Peter's mouth curled upward as he was still feeling the phantom tickles on his skin. “I…I think you just never made me laugh that hard before, heheh.”
“I’ll stop then. I’m sorry.” Otto’s tentacles slowly unpinned him.
“W-wait-!” Peter blurted and grabbed Otto’s hand sitting up. The boy stumbled upon his words before choking out a snarky remark. “Y-Yohou’re giving up that easily?! Seriously?”
Otto blinked at the random taunt. “What?”
“Y-You heard me!” The angsty Spider-Man avoided eye contact, slumped over in an attempt to make his face appear less flushed.
Otto…didn’t expect this.
“What? Boy, this makes it sound like you want to be tickled.” The scientist chuckled, genuinely joking in his question. But…Peter’s silence told the whole story, making Otto raise his eyebrows. “Hold on a minute…”
Peter tucked his legs in, face hidden from view thanks to his knees. “Shut uhup!”
Otto couldn't keep the fond smile off his face as he stared at the angsty Peter. “So you do like it!”
“Wh-!” The boy sputtered, lifting his head. “N-No! That’s stupid!”
“Then why’re you challenging me to tickle you more? What’s with the defensive attitude?”
“Cause…cause I can!” Peter looked like he was trying to be angry—his eyes appeared darker—but the blush on his cheeks and the twitching smile said otherwise about his emotions. “Stohop smiling like that!”
“Ohhhh, I see; playing hard-to-get, hm?” Otto cooed, leaning toward the boy. “Is that how you’re gonna be, Pete?” Peter curled back up in a ball, his nervous giggles boiling to the surface again. Otto could see the boy practically beaming at the playful taunts, making his heart flutter.
“I-I don’t know what you’re- AHHAHAHA! WO-WOAHHAHAA!!”
Peter’s tucked in body was quickly unraveled by Flo as she picked him up and plopped him right down on Otto’s lap, briefly stunning the two. It didn’t take more than a second for Otto to recover and immediately secure his hold on the boy, his back pinned to his chest. A hand found its way to Peter’s neck as another pinched his sides. Peter squeaked, his legs flailing as he kicked. He turtled his neck as he tried to flip onto his stomach.
“Not so easy, huh?” Otto knew he found Peter’s weak spot as soon as his fingers fluttered on his tummy.
Peter honest to God squealed. Squealed.
“Oh my word!” Otto beamed at Peter’s new laugh, holding him closer. “You will rarely hear me give out the mushy-mush talk but, that was truly an adorable noise.”
“SHUHUSH!!” The boy pinned his arms to his sides. “NAHAT AD-ADORAHAHA!!!”
“Oh, adorable indeed. Even the children think so too.” He applied more pressure at his fingertips, and the squeal made its second appearance. “There it is again! Like a little squeak toy Moe likes to play with. I press a button,” he pressed on the boy’s stomach again, “and a squeaky noise generates!”
Peter shook his head as he opposingly pressed his head against Otto's mid section, the calloused hands continuing their mission of embarrassing Peter. Otto just continued to sigh fondly as he listened to the symphonic cacophony. Every little movement of his fingers got Peter to squirm and cackle his heart out. And his smile, it looked as bright as ever.
Was this what part of being a parent felt like? Feeling mushy and warm at their giggles, honored that you helped put a smile on their face?
As Otto adjusted to cradle the boy in one arm and continued his quest of keeping that bright smile and laugh present, he noticed that after a little bit of time Peter looked suddenly tired, the boy’s giggles slowly stalling as Peter looked dazily at Otto.
Little did he know that a drop of black goo finally seeped out of Peter, leaking slowly towards under the bed. As soon as it left his body, Peter let out a few slowed breaths.
“Otto? What’s…” Peter blinked, his dark hue in his eyes fading, Otto noticing that right away. “Wait…what happened?” He also noticed the change in Peter’s voice, more soft spoken then what he was receiving for the past couple weeks.
“What's wrong my boy?” He watched as Peter suddenly examined his surroundings, the boy noticing he was on the doctor's lap. As the memories slowly started coming back to Peter, his face immediately heated up and his eyes began to water in regret.
Otto was horrified as he saw Peter's lip tremble. When Peter tried to say something, nothing came out more than a loud nasally sniffle. Otto immediately loosened his hold. “Peter?”
“I’m-I’m so sorry,” Peter tried to scoot off of the doctor, “oh God- I never meant to say those things, I-I don’t know what came over me. Otto- I’m so sorry- please, you mean a lot to me. I’m so sorry.”
“Deep breaths, Peter!” He had to pull Peter to prop him on his chest so he wouldn’t choke on his own words. “Take your time.”
Peter wetly sighed. “Otto- you mean so much to me- I- I truly don’t know why I said those things-
“Oh Peter, l already forgave you. I’m just taking into account that your body and mind are going through some changes…It’s okay.”
Peter shook his head as he immediately wrapped his arms around Otto, pulling the man into a hug. “That gave me no right to say those things though…I-I dunno why I did that…I’m sorry.” He mumbled in shame.
“It’s alright…it’s alright.” Hushed Otto, rubbing his back in gentle circles. “It’s okay.”
Well, Otto didn’t expect this quick of an apology and frankly he didn’t really expect one. He thought this would kinda blow over in a few days (even though it’s been a few weeks) but, it’s highly unsettling/ suspicious that Peter is all of a sudden so calm...too calm.
Did he really just need someone to confide in as his emotions are in wreck? Poor boy!
As the kid took time to calm down, Otto simply continued to rub his back as his actuator children were hovering over Peter protectively.
“He’s okay, he’s okay.” Otto mumbled softly.
“Wha?”
“Oh, they’re just concerned for you, that’s all. See?” Peter lifted his head to see all 4 actuators gently hovering, not sure what to do. “They said you weren’t acting like yourself for a bit.”
Peter frowned. “I remember- I was so mean to you guys,” Peter took his hands and covered his face. “Gosh, I really was acting like a jerk. Or a monster.”
“Now now, don’t you dare say that,” Otto slightly hissed before cupping Peter's face, his calloused thumbs wiping the tears off of the flushed face. “Peter, we all have our off days, and sometimes anger, confidence and envy will get the best of us. These past weeks just must have been your time.”
“But there’s no excuse-”
“I know, but, trust me Peter. We forgive you. Just know that…if you ever need something, ever, you know where I’ll be. Okay?”
The actuators started to gently rub themselves against Peter, chirping happily. They slowly began to swarm each of Peter's sides and began to peck at them, agreeing with Otto's comment.
“AHAHA- woah! Hey!” Peter wetly giggled, soft pecks and nibbles not quite making him scream laugh but enough to wipe the frown off his face.
“And they seem to like your laugh, too,” Otto grinned at the now smiling boy, delighted to hear his giggle again. As the actuators continued to nuzzle and peck, Otto wondered if this moment was only going to be short lived before the kid got upset again…
As much as he didn’t want to ask what was bothering the boy so much, he knew he had no other choice to see if this could be recurring. He got his children to calm down with the tickles. “Alright, alright, let’s let the boy rest. We’ve tortured him enough,” he chuckled, “right, Peter?”
Peter nodded with a curled up smile. Otto returned the look, running his fingers through his brown hair as he thought of a good approach to start with. He didn’t want to be too invasive.
Hesitantly, he asked, “Peter, are you comfortable telling me what’s been bothering you?”
“I…can’t explain it honestly,” the boy shrugged.
It’s okay, whenever the time is right. Poor boy must be exhausted from staying out in the rain and beating criminals up. Which they needed to talk about later…
“Alright, maybe another time, then. Thank you for letting me know, Peter.”
“I dunno what happened, really. It just felt like I was…” Peter was interrupted by his own yawn, “…consumed by something.” He nestled into Otto’s chest, soaking up the warmth in the hold. The scientist’s heart felt like it was going to burst at the sight. He huffed out a chuckle.
“All tuckered out, huh?”
“Mmmmmyeah…” Peter yawned into Otto's sweater.
“Growing up does that.” Otto admitted, continuing to stroke his hair (he seemed to like it). The sleepy spider-man reached his arm out towards the nightstand, groaning in exasperation as Octavius furrowed his brow. “You want your drink?”
“Mhmmm…” He rubbed his eyes. Flo grabbed the mug and slinked over to Peter, gently setting the warm beverage in his hands. The boy took a few small sips, his eyelids growing droopier as his grasp on the mug weakened.
“Okay, Pete, that’s plenty. You don’t wanna spill it.” Harry took the mug from Peter as he whined.
“Come onn Doc, you know I’m not clumsy or anything.”
Otto let out a snort at the comment, noticing that Peter had a milk mustache now. “Oh dear.” With a finger, he wiped the remaining cocoa away from the boy’s lips and chin, then adjusted to prop his back on the backboard of the bed. And Peter? Peter was knocked out already. The wonders of hot chocolate on a cold rainy day!
“Goodnight, Peter.” Otto adjusted the blanket and made sure Peter was properly tucked- while doing so, his babies were cleaning up the mess of bread crumbs and hot cocoa drippings. His fixed gaze showed he couldn’t be any more proud!
As Otto was about to leave, he felt a small limb grip the head of his sweater. He looked up to see Peter's sleepy blue eyes simply staring at him, a little bit of what seemed to be fear lingering in his irises.
Otto took the initiative to sit back on the bed and gently ruffle Peter’s hair. “You need to sleep, Peter.”
A clap of thunder hit the skies and Peter let out a small gasp.
Otto, not questioning Peter’s apparent fear of storms, began to hum softly. The actuators began to nuzzle into Peter's neck, the purring slowly lulling him to sleep as the melody calmed his nerves.The doctor carefully massaged Peter's warm hand as the boy tried to fight his closing eyes.
“Shhhh, shhh, rest now,” Otto whispered. The weight of his eyelids couldn’t be held up any longer, so Peter let himself close his eyes, his slightly quick breathing slowing with ease. He sunk into the warm blankets and pillows cushioning him. Just the sight made Otto want to cry. His boy was at peace.
“Pleasant dreams, kiddo.” he gave a little kiss on the boy’s forehead, not missing the tiny smile that came afterwards. When Otto tried to turn off the lights and leave, his actuators made an angry quiet hiss.
“I know how much you all love Peter, but we can’t stay with him, boy needs his rest!” He whispered harshly, watching as the actuators directed the doctor’s attention to the bottom of Peter's bed. “What?”
The actuators only continued to hiss louder, Peter shuffling from the noise. Otto growled as he finally took a look under the bed to see what the fuss was about. “You all know when I say no-”
Otto’s breath hitched.
***
“Do you think it got worse? Peter’s phase?” Norman Osborn whispered to Flint, eyeing a very upset Otto shuffling through his fridge.
“I’m not sure. Haven’t seen him this upset since he was uncured.” The former sandman grimaced.
Yes, the two men were brought back to his home after receiving an even more desperate and angry phone call than the previous one. To say they weren’t in trouble and that this wasn’t about them was an understatement.
Suddenly, Otto rushed to the table and slammed a jar down. “Now what the hell is this?!”
Norman squinted, leaning closer to the specimen. “What in the-?”
“Well? What is it? Because I found it scuttling under where Peter was sleeping the other night!! And God knows how it got there, but I know one thing; it has to do with you two! I’m not stupid, I know you both were hiding something but I failed to get a lead on what.”
Otto crossed his arms as the two men stayed silent. “So, go on, explain yourselves.”
Flint swallowed. He knew exactly what was in that jar, that familiar life-like black goo crawling about in its glass chamber. Dear lord, it looked exactly how he remembered it looking, except for the fact that it was hostless now. “Otto…”
“I don’t know why or how, but this…thing,” Otto gestured grotesquely, “must’ve done something to Peter. He’s acting all normal now! Something doesn’t add up!”
The two men exchanged concerned glances. Norman nodded, then Flint sighed. “Listen, Otto…”
“OH, so this was your fault, Osborn!”
“No! No, no! I just…Otto, please, can you sit down?”
Otto stiffened. “Why?”
Flint was already pulling out 3 chairs. Yup. This was gonna be a fun time explaining everything.
“You’re gonna wanna sit down to hear this. It’s a long, long story…”
THE END