Fucking Caleb. Patrick couldn’t believe he’d talked himself into helping this asshole. This man would raise his child and keep him out of the picture, and one mediocre sob story and Patrick had folded. He’d spent the rest of the day positively kicking himself over it, but he refused to go back on his word. A promise meant something. He’d not go back on that.Â
“I’ve come with a status report.” He said, leaving a person-length of space between them as he sat down. So far he had managed to at least keep things somewhat professional in his interviews. Professionalism in general was something he still needed to work on, but he’d gotten a lot better. Yuki had advised him not to speak at all for the first few months of interviews after he’d accidentally offended an informant.Â
“Also, to see if you’d break and tell me how Hilda’s fairing. She’s due any day now isn’t she? I’ve tried tracking things on the scraps of information I’ve gathered, but I dunno how accurate I’ve actually managed to get.”
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