You tell me. You're the one with the expectations.
[Troublesome, those, and like opinions, everyone seemed to have them. Dress this way, behave that way, be more like this, don't be like that... It was exhausting just to listen to, let alone try and keep up with. Not that deviating from his old routines didn't have its advantages.
He was closely watched these days, but with a little patience and time, he would be rewarded with more freedom than he'd ever had before. Or at least, that had been the plan, but sometimes Kit couldn't help wondering... Would he ever really escape the rumors of his past?
As Vincent wandered away in search of a garbage receptacle (what a proper boy) Kit turned and started back towards the stairwell. He'd proposed a sort of return question, but it was clear he didn't care very much about the answer.
And as for the other answer he'd come this far seeking? Well...he still wanted that. Enough to wait at the top of the landing at the very least, still nursing that soda and musing to himself. How might Vincent have learned about him? Who might have told him, and what rumor would have been shared? He didn't like knowing less about other people when they clearly knew more about him...
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[Troublesome, those, and like opinions, everyone seemed to have them. Dress this way, behave that way, be more like this, don't be like that... It was exhausting just to listen to, let alone try and keep up with. Not that deviating from his old routines didn't have its advantages.
He was closely watched these days, but with a little patience and time, he would be rewarded with more freedom than he'd ever had before. Or at least, that had been the plan, but sometimes Kit couldn't help wondering... Would he ever really escape the rumors of his past?
As Vincent wandered away in search of a garbage receptacle (what a proper boy) Kit turned and started back towards the stairwell. He'd proposed a sort of return question, but it was clear he didn't care very much about the answer.
And as for the other answer he'd come this far seeking? Well...he still wanted that. Enough to wait at the top of the landing at the very least, still nursing that soda and musing to himself. How might Vincent have learned about him? Who might have told him, and what rumor would have been shared? He didn't like knowing less about other people when they clearly knew more about him...
He didn't like it at all.]