The Fosters || blursofsilver
Radien and Pietro had gone for a walk through the city. Radien had been given some of Pietro's old clothes and they felt weird on him, mainly because he'd gotten so used to his other ones, and these were clean. As they walked, Pietro was talking about food and candy he thought Radien might like, and as he rambled, Radien looked around the street, watching the people that walked by.
He was actually getting rather bored, having tuned out of Pietro's ramble and started to think about other things. But his mind stopped, along with his feet, as he saw two adults talking to a policeman a couple meters or so in front of them. He stared in horror before the man turned and stared back at him. Their eyes met, and then the man's wife turned and saw him too. She smiled, falsely, Radien could tell, before she ran over and picked him up in a hug.
After he was put down, Radien's eyes still hadn't left the man's. The woman started asking him questions, her voice was worried, she was stuttering. It was fake. All of it. He knew that. The man just walked over and stared down at him, disappointment on his face, hidden, but Radien knew better. He knew what was going to come as soon as they were away from public eyes.