After everything had blown over, there were little to no major threats and Carter felt safer to be himself and explore the world more.

Starting with asking you out, as he had gotten over Zia, who didn’t seem interested in him. And you had said yes, oh Gods, you said yes.

The second thing he did was loosen up considerably and take you to some museums for dates and it went very, very well.

After a year of dating, now the both of you are seventeen, you dragged Carter to the country you spent majority of your life before Brooklyn in; Scotland.

Carter was scared. New country, new place, without his father. He kept his bag close to him as you rattled on about meeting your parents and going to museums and to some big storage building you loved called the Glasgow Museums Resource Centre. He held your hand on the plane since you had a fear of take off but not flying.

At least you had the same interests, right? History and all things antique and old. You weren’t big for basketball, as you are not the athletic type, but Carter had joined some of the initiates in Brooklyn House in playing basketball.

His and Sadie’s Uncle Amos— the Chief Lector— sent them jerseys, two specific, custom ones with Sadie’s year of birth on one and Carter’s year of birth on the other and ‘KANE’ underneath the dates on both.

And a bunch of other ones that just have numbers and specific colours on them, no names or dates.

You almost instantly stole Carter’s jersey, refusing to give it back and cheering Carter on in basketball games while being dwarfed by the jersey.

He thinks you’re adorable.

More than adorable! You share his love of history and the old world and Ancient Egypt, letting him ramble to you for hours on end about his and his father’s travels before his father passed away to put Osiris back on his throne.

And while Carter rambled, you always did your best to paint the scene he describes, sat in front of your easel and canvas with paint palette and brush in hand, ready to mix colours and bring a memory to life for Carter.