@quickslver
they don’t speak so much anymore. erik is a busy man--its how its always been, and how it always will be, but in the name of God himself, he allocates time for his family. even for pietro, a ruinous child with too many faults to name, a blockade at his worst (thoughts and imagery erik wills out of himself as if pulling a mean and sticky rope from his chest, he loved him, and had learned to dominate disappointment), a man fraught with well-intentions at his best. his son. always his son. it is always in him to show up unannounced, cradling a firm box brimming with items yet unintelligible, waiting baited at his door. the bell is pressed with nary a twitch of the fingers, mechanic guts appropriately folding beneath the cap of it. ‘ bo henah--open the door. i have some things i want to give you, boychik. ‘