he should’ve known better. he should’ve kept his distance and not joined the party, he should’ve not played safe with a costume such as a kigurumi ━and yet now everything was on the blast and he had to thank his parents weren’t even in america in that precise moment, that they really didn’t give much of a shit. not that it really mattered, when there were now countless of eyes looking at him like he was no different from some of them who killed and hurt people so much and had no remorse in hiding it. what was wrong in wanting to find out what happened to him the night he supposedly fell from the manor’s stairs, in wanting to know a brother and see a part of his heritage that has been kept under lock and key from him? was it really this debauched?
hell, now he was even more sure he could trust anyone ━not that his own trust was dwindling already, it has been even if he tried to see positively behind the accusations and the snark laced lies━, remembering of the picture of dark eyes and dimpled smile resting always in his wallet, holding a few hiccups. “ i just wanted to find my brother. ” he uttered, finally breaking the silence between himself and cam, but unable to look at the other in the eye for more than a second. “ i just wanted to know why my parents wanted to keep me caged here. ”
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