Carl knew too well it was a horrible idea to tape pounds of illegal drugs to his unsuspecting nephew. He just…didn’t fully think through the ramifications of doing exactly that.

Fiona did everything in her power to make him appear as an upstanding member of society during his trial—Carl was having none of it. If he was going to go down, he’d do it right.

Of course, watching someone you care about go to Juvie is upsetting, but with Carl it isn’t because you’re ‘worried’ about juvie messing him up. It’s because you know he’ll run that joint.

You’re hanging out at the Gallagher house as you still often do, even when Carl isn’t around. The place is no five story mansion, but it’s more than that. It’s a second home to you. The door swings open and he walks in with cornrows?

He’s holding a plastic bag of his belongings and a grin breaks out across his face when he sees you. “Yo. S’been a minute.”