Orson has been stuck in his thoughts for a while, which is normal., But it's mostly been him spiraling, and he hates spiraling. Ever since he recognised the lead cop on his case, as his god damn brother who left him all those years ago. Trying to catch him to make up for his sins, he hated him, and hated this so much. This being him sitting in the rain on a bench at a random park, getting soaked with bitter rain.

A wretched feeling in his chest that clawed and hurt, a ugly fucked feeling he hates. Which leaves him scratching at his arms, leaving reddening marks on his pale skin. Some of which bleed, but he gets snapped out of his thoughts by a person. Who stood beside the bench, in a black raincoat, watching a kid. Which he hopes is theirs, because he hates pedophiles. Holds an umbrella over him.

A nice thing, really, so he continued to scratch at his arm and stay quiet. Enjoying this nice moment between strangers. It's nice that the person was ignoring the scary look about him and opting to be kind. The quiet was nice.. Until it wasn't, and curiosity is nagging at him, and his thoughts are nagging, and the cold is nagging, the biting, writhing bitter- He was spiraling again..

"Is that your kid? Cause you seem kind of young," he says, in a cold puff. Of course, he was cold, He was in nothing more than a tank top and an orange jumpsuit from prison. the top half was ripped off, so the pant part hung loose on his hips.