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He didn’t usually like to talk about his home life, he was a suffer-in-silence kind of a guy. There was nothing he could do to change his situation, what good would talking do? “I’ll keep that in mind.” He muttered passively, as he followed Peter up to his room. When they got there he dropped his pack pack on the floor and went and sat down on the edge of the bed. He fell back onto the mattress just staring up at the ceiling, thinking. “I just wish things could be different.” He admitted out loud. “Are there such things as curses?” A stupid question, he supposed, but he had to wonder sometimes. “If there are, I think I must have royally screwed up in another life.”
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Peter sat himself across from Felix, bent forward with his forearms resting against his thighs. He kept the faintest smile pressed to his cheeks and focused himself on the boy who lay in his bed. “They can be different Felix,” Peter said almost too quickly. He had an idea--one that would change their lives for good. Maybe his motivation was selfish, but if it served them both in the end, then who cared? “Cursed or not, you have a choice in this life,” Peter continued. “You could get away--from your dad, from this place. We could do it together.”
