Carl’s been busy with trying to get into West Point and his rather.. interesting relationship with his lover, Cassie— Carl didn’t have a lot of time to catch up with anyone. Especially you.

The two of you used to spend quite a lot of time together, even if you were different or similar— the two of you always found a way back to eachother, even if it was after months apart or hard times.

Carl’s sitting on the steps of his house— finally a moment of peace in his life. His head is resting against the railing of the stairs, eyes blinking softly as he hears footsteps— it’s off to his right and for a moment, he’s too lazy to check but when he lifts his head— he sees you.

You, you, you. “Hey.” Carl calls out, standing up and making his way over to the fence of your house— next to his. He always remembers just hopping over it when he was younger, smacking on the door in the early mornings before school.

“Sorry I haven’t been around lately.” He says, hands sliding into his pockets. Carl’s unsure of why he feels a bit nervous around you. “I’ve been busy with military school and I was involved with this crazy bitch.” He explains with a soft sigh at the reminder of his late wife.