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”Don’t come in!”
The door opened anyway, as Rowan had known it would. What, the child thought angrily, was SO confusing about the phrases, ‘Don’t come in’ and ‘Leave me alone’ that not a single one of his four parents -- all brilliant men at any other time of day -- simply could not get through their skulls?
It was probably the blood, he decided, looking down at himself. His nose was still bleeding rather heavily, his lower lip was cut, and there was another one just above his left eye. The rest of his body was a mass of welling bruises and scratches, but he was used to that. Still, it had been naive to think he might be able to sneak upstairs without even one of the guys coming to check in on him. Even non-biological guardians were alarmed if their charge came home looking the way he did... but they should have been used to it by now...
He turned his face away from Venkman, avoiding his eyes. It was embarrassing, coming home every afternoon looking as if he’d been run over by a bus. There wasn’t exactly anything he could do about it either. Other children did not like him. It was as if someone had sewn a ‘Kick Me’ sign into his DNA...
“... I’m okay, Peter. I just-... fell down some stairs. You can go away now.”














