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To the Pain of the Past {Wilbur & Panic}
Sure Panic shouldnât have been listening. He hadnât intended to. But key words were key words and a demonâs curiosity was a thing.
âYouâre right though I donât know the situation. But if I can ask one thing, donât speak like that in public. You donât know what others are going through. If my fiancee overheard you instead of me.â Panic trailed off because he didnât know. They were still working on even talking about this to one another.
Panic needed another coffee now anyway.
âCan I offer another view from a potential parentâs side? If you give me your side? I need to get another coffee anyway so my treat.â The Tritonâs had fucked with Panicâs heart. That was for sure.
Wilbur stared at the guy for a long minute and then shrugged.Â
He could try not to. But really he was still angry and hurt and he didnât like thinking about the baby. And if he had the opportunity to vent on the phone for a bit somewhere then Wilbur had to take it. He couldnât very well vent at home. It didnât really feel like home lately.
âI uh....I guess. I mean...itâs a bit of a long story on my end.â Or at least, heâd have to explain the whole adopting thing and all and all the miscarriages and the different things that made Wilbur dread this baby and feel like...well like he didnât really matter in the grand scheme of things. âNot sure what you can tell me that my parents havenât already tried. You know âsheâs your sister Wilbur,â and âyouâll have to accept it eventuallyâ and that sort of thing.â
















