plot: we used to hook up and then you randomly ghosted me so i moved on with my life, years later we ran into each other and why does your kid look like me? muse: hudson abernathy (test muse), stoner, rich kid, kind of a deadbeat but has (mostly) good intentions.
"since when do you have a kid?" the shock in his voice was clear, eyebrows arched in an almost cartoonish way. it was kind of a stupid question; a lot can change and they hadn't seen each other in years at that point. four years, to be exact. oh shit. "... how old is it?"














