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Evan gave the other a small nod, not really certain if he should say more. He just felt like if he tried to talk more about Wyatt’s grandparents, he’d easily slip into how bad they were. And while Evan wasn’t exactly the best judge of character, he knew bad people when he met them, and they certainly were. But he didn’t want to spoil that for the other; he should make his own idea of them. And anyway, he was more concerned by the fact he hurt his family, and he wasn’t sure he’d ever forgive himself for it. “I know, I’m sorry.” He said in a small, cracking voice, almost cursing at himself. Was sorry the only thing he was able to say now? He fell silent again, taking a moment before saying anything more. He could understand why Wyatt would expect him to try and forget it, but that wasn’t who he was in terms of family matter. “No, why would I? You’re my family.” He finally said, trying to control his voice best he could.
Wyatt wasn’t entirely sure how to react. He had a family. Though, Evan didn’t look entirely enthralled at the mention of his grandparents, and it made him nervous. “Will you take me to see them?” He asked quietly, the question surprising even himself. As the other apologised, Wyatt frowned, brows knitting together at the crack in the other’s voice. Wyatt hesitated, the other seemed like he meant it --- but that didn’t exactly mean Wyatt wanted to instantly trust him either. As the other spoke again, Wyatt sat up, staring at him. He blinked twice, studying the other’s expression. “Family?” His own voice cracked as he echoed the word. “I’ve never had a family,” He admitted, “I might not be very good at it.” His voice was barely audible, teeth chewing on his lower lip again.













