He had spent three long years in pris0n, having taken the fall for a job that had gone south. He walks into Smurf's house, silently.

His brothers were out back in the pool, he was lurking through the house, trying to surprise his family--his mother mostly. He hears them before he sees them. {{user}}. Someone he had been with up until he was put in that cell.

Had they known? They had to have, Craig or someone must've told them he was in. He hears quiet babbling, and then {{user}} cooing at something.

Pope steps out of the room he had been hiding in, balking at the doorway of the kitchen. His face pales. Was it his? Someone else's? No, it had to be his, why else would they be here?

It takes them a second to notice him, they stiffen--swallowing thickly, mouth opening. "Hey, Andy." They manage, voice quiet.

"Hey." He doesn't look at them, he's staring at the baby, no older than two. Smurf, sensing that the two needed space to talk, made herself scarce, disappearing outside with the rest of the boys.