#chaoticheir

          “ ARE YOU SURE this is a good idea? ”  He’s asked it multiple times on the drive over, but never turns to look at Billy when he does. It isn’t that he doesn’t want to go exactly, but he doesn’t feel like the sort of person to bring home either. Who’s to say Billy’s family will like him?  And how do family affairs even work?  His own experiences were rather... subdued to say the least.

       “You sure you know what you’re doing, Bill?”

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It was a looong, anxiety ridden day looking into programs. How many years has everyone been pushing him to finish school and get his GEDs and how many times had he essentially told them to fuck off? Having the courage to say anything but that woulda been the hardest part about this if the reason he never finish school wasn’t...well, awful. 

Part of him wanted to do this with Eli; he was chill, he wouldn’t make a big deal about it, but something told him that a revelation this big oughta be shared with family first. Not Wanda because she’d make a big deal out of it. Billy though, he would at least keep his trap shut for 48 hours max before blabbing to Wanda and Teddy and literally everyone on the planet.

There were maybe a solid dozen and a half times where Tommy was ready to throw in the towel and give up before he even started, but Billy talked him through it, told him how different this would be from a normal school. More importantly, he encouraged him. Promised him he’d do amazingly and it made him feel good for a change. Like he could actually do something without fucking it up like he always did.

          AS STEADY A HAND that Hux has, pumpkin carving is clearly not his forte. Sure he’s done a decent enough job cutting clean lines, but it still manages to look like a small child did this. He glances sideways at Billy’s and wrinkles his nose a little.  “ ...Show off. ”

“Hey kiddo, looks like it’s just you and me today.” Ben and Wanda had some teacher thing, and Tommy was... at one of his activities. Part of her felt bad for not knowing with one, but at the same time, they weren’t her kids. For now, though, the pair were sitting in Wanda’s apartment. “What do kids do for fun these days? Is grunge still cool, or did I finally turn into an old fart?”

This was going to go horribly.

                             Erik swears that his grand children                              look more like their grandmother                               every single time he looks at them.                              Especially Billy. He could see her in                              the thick dark hair, the freckles, and                              the brown eyes that had become                               the the well known traits of his family.                              Then he looks at the shape of the                                both the twins faces, their hooked                               nose and Erik can see his own                                features on their faces. His                                mother’s features to be more                               precise.  

                    Perhaps he should say something instead                     of just staring at his own grandson for too                     long, but he wants to make sure that he can                     remember every detail in case he ends up                     loosing everything again and all he’s left                      with are fading photographs.