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maxravennight‌:

perhaps trying to stop the alpha from walking away hadn’t been the smartest idea. still, even as he lays on the ground ─ outside of the hunter’s moon now, that was important to notice ─ surrounded by shards of glass, a few cuts coloring his hands crimson, max is convinced he wouldn’t have acted differently if given the chance to go back in time. before he was thrown out of a window. a window. it wasn’t what he’d been expecting when he went out looking for ben, but it did seem highly coherent. huffing slightly, the shadowhunter pulled a shard of glass out of his hand and another one that had made a home above his eyebrow, pulling himself up to his feet. he could hear someone else’s voice ( enzo’s, but he didn’t know or care ) kicking everyone out of the bar, surely because of the little scene that had just happened. shrugging the last shards of glass off, he then turned to walk away.

ben inspected his palms with a scowl. he would’ve been pissed if that shadowhunter had gotten him all bloody. “oh, bite me morelli,” ben complained along with several other werewolves who were trudging out of the bar, except unlike them he felt no inclination to actually leave just because the owner said so. “you were two fucking seconds from doing it yourself.” enzo might be irritated about the broken window, but surely he wasn’t going to complain about a shadowhunter being thrown through it? ben practically just gave him an early fucking christmas present. “hey,” his dark brows drew together at the sound of slow footsteps and shards of glass falling to the ground, “where the fuck are you going?” he asked the shadowhunter who appeared to be walking away from him. strange. ben doesn’t recall saying he could leave.

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trcnsfcrmative‌:

it takes her just a moment to realise who he’s talking about. her. lily. the ghost of a girl she’d once called her best friend and he’d loved like no other. the one person they shared that could throw such turmoil into their lives just by breezing back in again. “no-” she scoffs, shaking her head. “it’s not like she sent me a postcard when she skipped town.” the wolf lingers in the doorway before moving further away from the bar entrance. not here, she thinks, letting out a disgruntled huff. “you’ve seen her then ??”

the hunter’s moon doesn’t technically open for at least another few minutes, but ben follows rory inside anyway. “yeah, i saw her.” he’s still visibly rattled, for fuck’s sake. that’s why he’s here, talking to rory. no one else would understand. “while i was awake. nevermind that i haven’t dreamed about her in like a year.” a coincidence, ben is sure. “when did you see her?” he wonders, brows drawing together as he realizes that it sounds like rory’s bumped into...her...as well.

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forshcdcwed‌:

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       “he didn’t know.” cassie murmurs, hands fidgeting uneasily in her lap. she had been sure, she had believed that lukas would have the answer. that she could have fixed them. but she’d failed. “i’m sorry, ben.” emerald irises flicker over his before drawing away, warmth flushing her cheeks. “i won’t stop looking. i will figure it out i just…it’s going to take time.”

he reaches for her hands, cupping them in his so that she’ll stop fidgeting. “it’s okay. i talked to a couple warlocks about getting your memories back, but...” ben draws his thumbs over her knuckles, back and forth in soothing repetition. without knowing exactly what sort of magic was used on her in the first place, it’s apparently difficult and even dangerous to try restoring cassie’s memories. ben was interrupted before he could explain as much, a persistent banging noise on the bar’s front door drawing his attention away from the shadowhunter. “we’re closed!” he shouted, but the din only seemed to get louder.

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sunwoo-minho‌:

“What are you talking about? I smile just not often and especially right now. There are other important things to worry about.”

“doesn’t mean making sure that you’re doing okay is any less important. s’all i wanted to ask, by the way.”

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adriianvl‌:

     “ i’ve figured. ” adrian sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before downing the whole glass and setting it aside to focus better on the werewolf before him. “ of course. he made it pretty clear with that bloody letter. ” he paused, then shook his head. “ after all this ? no. but i’ve known him through some contacts. always thought he was simply a pompous prick but now… ” he trailed off, straightening his posture finally. “ we need an action plan. ”

“i keyed his car once.” ben smirked as he recalled the incident, proud of the way he’d inconvenienced that pompous prick all those months ago. “then when i saw him the other day i tried to rip his fucking throat out.” his second venture went nowhere near as smoothly as his first, all that really mattered to ben was how satisfying it felt to lunge at that shadowhunter. “we need our powers back,” he corrected the vampire, “then we need a plan.”

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“did you know she was coming?” he wouldn’t normally accost rory right outside the hunter’s moon a few minutes before her shift is set to begin, but the bar is still rather empty right now and he really doesn’t want an audience for this conversation. half of the pack already thinks there’s something wrong with him and if they saw the look on his face right now then ben wouldn’t be able to deny it any longer.

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adriianvl‌:

     raising a brow when ben didn’t immediately drown the whiskey, adrian settled across from him nonetheless, not questioning it. he must have a reason for it, he knew, but it was not the time. “ you’re telling me, ” adrian huffed, gulping down the alcohol infused blood in his goblet, frowning when it didn’t taste the same anymore. “ a vampire who can’t even shed his fangs… ” he scoffed at himself, shaking his head. “ have you talked to august ? ”

“he’s got the same problem,” ben informed adrian as if the vampire wasn’t already aware, “he told me when i went over there thinking he could fix whatever the fuck is wrong with me. it was that shadowhunter.” because of course it was. “you talked to that guy yet? he’s a fucking piece of work,” ben snorted, almost feeling as though the description wasn’t exactly fitting — not enough insults.

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wclfclaws‌:

Lily rolled her eyes at his quip about the size of his weapon, though what makes her jaw clench isn’t the knife that gleams in his hand but the pet name he gives her. Babe. Her grip around the plastic fork tightens, knuckles whitening. ❝ Call me babe one more time, we’ll see which one of us proves to be more deadly. ❞ She warns with all the fierceness and bravery of a warrior, not a homeless werewolf wielding a plastic fork in an abandoned church that smelled worse than the boys locker room. Brown hues flick towards the knife in his hand, narrowing cautiously as he sheathes the knife as quickly as he brandished it. 

That was his second mistake, his first was coming here unannounced and alone.

❝ God, you really enjoy stroking your own ego, don’t you? ❞ She scoffs, an incredulous look sweeping across her features. He was like every other high school jock in history. Egotistical and loved the sound of his own voice. How disappointing. Lily really thought he might have been different for a second, for a fleeting moment she let herself believe she might have found somebody who was different to the rest of the sheep who followed the crowd in high school. This jock was just like everybody else, only a little furrier every time there was a full moon.

❝ What does any of that matter? It’s not like you’ll ever see me again after tonight. In a few weeks I’ll be a distant memory and you’ll be chasing some other girl in a short skirt. ❞ She sighs heavily, pressing her finger tips against the curved tines of the plastic fork. She’s growing bored of his company, if she had wanted to swap stories about their first change during a full moon around a camp fire then she would have stuck around that night she witnessed him change under the bleachers.

Her brows furrowed in confusion, arms folding across her chest. Was he being serious?  ❝ Let me get this straight, ❞ Lily said with a wag of her finger, stepping forward slightly, ❝ I stole your wallet, spent your money and have threatened to stab you violently. Twice. And you want to take me for a bite to eat? ❞ Did he think this was flirting? Lily honestly couldn’t tell how he was reading the situation between the two of them right now as anything but hostile, but here he was, offering to make her breakfast and inviting her around to his house to meet his sister. ❝ Did somebody spike your cereal with pure silver or something? ❞

ben tipped his head back and groaned dramatically as she threatened him with that stupid fork again. it’s still stained with food, for fuck’s sake. “sweetheart,” he began, lifting a brow at the pitiful shard of plastic, “you’ve got teeth and claws, remember? i’ve seen them.” just this afternoon, in fact. he’s still reeling from the shock, or is this just how he’s going to feel around her from now on? excited and unsteady, growing more and more besotted with her even while she insults him. “stick a fork in the fork already. it’s done.”

turning his head, ben glanced around the church again. aside from the awful smell and heavy coating of dust, it’s actually not a bad hideout. the only thing that would worry him is the chill. they’re well into autumn and winter is quickly approaching, meaning it’s not about to get any warmer in new york city. fur coat or not, she’s liable to freeze if she insists upon staying here. right now ben isn’t really sure if he could convince her to find someplace cleaner and warmer, but he can at least offer her something.

“look...” he began with a sigh, shrugging out of his huge letterman jacket and offering it to her. “...i’ve only ever met one other person like me before and we haven’t known each other for very long. i just thought...” it seemed really stupid all of a sudden, but ben continued nonetheless. “...i just thought you might not want to be alone anymore. you shouldn’t have to be.” sincerity shines in dark eyes illuminated by warm orange candlelight, the mess of freckles on his face more prominent than usual. “we could stick together,” he insisted, “the three of us. my friend is cool.” 

she’d warned him about getting any closer, but he’s not getting anything from her. she hasn’t even given him a fucking name yet. ben carefully stepped around her, placing his jacket on the altar she’d jumped off of when he climbed through the window. “will you at least think about it?” he asked, grasping for even a simple yes or no response now. “i live four blocks away if you change your mind about breakfast.”

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cstrids‌:

          he settles on the couches despite the clear discomfort in his demeanour. on his toes, on edge, alert. good. the last alpha - or was it the one before that ?? - had had little sense. little awareness. “not solely a pretty face then.” she says drily, lowering herself into a chair of her own. without request, a servant appears bringing her a glass goblet. she takes a sip before elaborating; waving any further attendants from the room to allow herself and the wolf some privacy. “the business of shadowhunters, of their leadership and jurisdiction, is not usually a matter of concern for the court. we were here before their existence and we will be long after.” the queen hums, amber irises focused on ben’s expression. “the same cannot be said for yourself, i believe, if you are experiencing the same predicament our mer-king suffers.”

it’s obvious in his stiff demeanor that he isn’t comfortable being here, that he’s going to bolt the moment their meeting is over. if the seelie queen is offended then she doesn’t say so, and anyway, ben gets the idea that she’s enjoying this. it’s annoying as fuck. “i’m not pretty.” his eyes follow the queen’s attendants until they disappear into the shadows. he can’t imagine their jobs are very fulfilling, but then again he’s never understood how people could just bend the knee to rulers like her or like that shadowhunter. “what, you mean how he can’t sprout a fish tail anymore?” ben lifts a brow at the question she avoids outright asking him. “yeah, i can’t do that either. one of my lifelong issues.”

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annabcllc‌:

     it happened fast. sharp. one moment she was listening to him, feeling her blood boil under her skin… next, the palm of her hand smacked right onto his cheek, leaving her hand buzzing in slight pain. but that was the last thing on her mind as she kept breathing heavily, practically fuming, tears biting at her eyes. “ don’t you dare. ” she clenched her jaw, dragging the words out forcefully. she was beyong angry; and more than that, too hurt to keep the words from pouring now. “ what’s next ? kicking out anyone in a relationship of some sort with a shadowhunter ? breaking news, alpha; the rest of the pack don’t go around swearing left and right that they hate the nephilim. just because you are actively ignoring the relationships between us and them doesn’t mean they don’t exist. ” she was almost yelling, barely able to keep it somewhat down. she then pushed her index finger against his chest, eyes burning with a passionate fire. “ and if that’s the case, then it’s a fucking miracle that the pack still respect and trust you despite every single one of them knowing you are fucking in love with a shadowhunter yourself. ”

ben grunted as anna’s palm slammed into his cheek, the loud crack! ringing in his ears for a moment. usually when girls slap him they don’t inflict any actual damage and this time is no different, but without his healing abilities it’ll sting for a while. ben lifted a hand to feel around the tender flesh as he scoffed at anna’s words. “maybe it’s because i don’t go around making stupid mistakes like you do. i don’t get the fucking privilege of doing whatever the hell i want with whoever the hell i want because i have a responsibility to my pack.” why is he even bothering with trying to explain this to her? she’s had ten fucking years and she still hasn’t figured it out. there’s no way in hell she’s suddenly about to start. "you know what?” ben huffed, “fuck it. you’re off the safe house job. even if you actually gave a shit about anybody besides yourself...” he snorted humorlessly at the notion. “...you clearly don’t know the first fucking thing about how to keep this pack safe.” ready to walk away, ben turned on his heel to leave but paused just long enough to shake his head in disgust. “and just so we’re fucking clear — don’t you dare come crying to me when the fucking clave takes those shadowhunter kids away from you and you never get to see them again because there isn’t a single fucking thing i’m going to do about it.”

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maxravennight‌:

interesting. really? that was his response? interesting? perhaps it shouldn’t have been that surprising. why would ben want to meet him ─ the shadowhunter who got his daughter pregnant? max knows the werewolf alpha is hardly a fan of shadowhunters, and he can’t blame him, but for some reason he still expected more. a punch, maybe. or five. a few curse words, a little bit of yelling. this is awfully… quiet. for a moment he contemplates turning around and leaving, but then he remembers why he came in the first place. because of anna. he needed ben to know that he wasn’t using her, that he wasn’t a threat to her or the pack. he doesn’t think it will make much of a difference, but what the hell? he’s already there, right? “no, wait ─” he said, reaching out for ben’s arm. 

shadowhunters are persistent. ben should give them at least that much, but he won’t because they piss him off. seriously, why the hell does this luca guy think it’s okay to just walk into the hunter’s moon and demand ben’s time and attention? surely it’s not because he got anna pregnant. if anything he ought to be staying away from the werewolf for that very reason and yet here he is. interesting. the word was still rolling around in his head when the halting pressure of a hand coiling around his arm caused ben to stop. he froze, glancing at the shadowhunter’s hand, then at his face. then back at his hand, back to his face. finally ben reached for the shadowhunter and shoved him backwards through the bar’s huge front window, showering the floor in shards of glass and perhaps even some crimson smears of blood.

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adriianvl‌:

     “ yeah, we could hear the howling choir from here. ” adrian said with a nod of his head after closing the door, walking over to the mini bar to pour the werewolf a drink. he knew ben enough to know that it was always drinks first. moments later he returned to ben’s side, handing him the glass of whiskey before he settled with his liquor infused cup of blood in hand, tilting his head to the side. “ you look like hell. ” 

ben thanked adrian for the glass of whiskey, but set it aside rather than taking a sip. no more self-medicating and all. “yeah, well...” he sighed and pinched at the bridge of his nose. “not being able to shift is getting really fucking old really fucking fast and i have no idea what to do about it.” back when it first happened, ben thought for sure that a quick visit to august’s loft would resolve the problem, but now several days later he’s still without his abilities.

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ffs-chiara‌:

she hopped up on the kitchen counter, “I don’t think that’s going to be much of a problem. I’m too enticing for them to ask questions of even notice anything out of the ordinary.” That wasn’t too far from the truth, either. All the boys she’d been on dates with had been so interested in her. She was fairly certain it was because of her accent and just being new, but she liked to think her personality was a cause as well. “If it comes to that, just call my father and he’ll take care of it,” she shrugged him off. It wasn’t like her family didn’t have the means to clean up messes. Chiara looked at the box of frozen waffles with disgust, “I will never understand why Americans are so lazy with food,” she scoffed. “This stuff is so bad for you and I can’t imagine it would taste good.” She pushed the box over to him and walked over to the fridge to gather some ingredients. “Do you want some real waffles,” she asked with a hand on her hip.

flippantly disregarding his very serious warnings, reveling in the idea of getting into dangerous situations as if it’s fucking fun, climbing up onto the kitchen counter while he’s trying to cook...oh fucking hell he’s raising anna all over again. the only difference is that chiara is much more spoiled than his daughter ever was. “you can’t just expect your parents to clean up all your messes forever.” again, ben wondered why he was even bothering. he could talk at her until there wasn’t any air left in his lungs and she would somehow manage to hear none of it. not a single word. “why?” ben lifted a brow as she shoved the box of waffles back into his hands. “you got a personal chef on speed dial?” despite the humorous snort, ben couldn’t imagine being all that surprised if she did, in fact, happen to have some italian waffle expert saved in her cell phone contacts.

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avelinearkwright‌:

     aveline could hear the shouting from a mile away, not to mention the presence that pushed against the wards she had set up on the apartment. she has half a mind to keep ignoring him till he went away but it seemed he was far more intent on bothering. opening the door, she peaked her head out and stared at him. “no i’m not, please don’t come again.” she deadpanned to him.

“cute,” retorted ben, his monotone delivery mimicking hers while providing little support for the sentiment, “look,” he continued with a sigh, bracing a hand on the doorway, “i need something, but it’s not really for me.” ben isn’t even sure if the warlock will be able to help as everyone else he’s visited thus far has only been able to provide him with useless advice, but this is aveline. “you got a minute?”

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wclfclaws‌:

Lily gave an exasperated roll of her dark brown eyes, jaw tensing as she gave an incandescent shake of her head. Had he always been this moronic? Or was her vision no longer clouded by the fact he was her rose coloured boy. She scoffed in amusement as he brandished the knife, biting down on her bottom lip. She knew he was stupid, reckless even but she never figured that the boy she once loved had a death wish. Maybe the knife might have been a reasonable weapon if it wasn’t for the fact he was an alpha who had no power, what good was a knife against a nest of vampires? A coven of angry warlocks, or even another squad of Shadowhunters who demanded werewolf blood be spilled. 

What good would his fucking knife do him then?

As if to prove her theory correct, she sprinted towards the alpha without a moments hesitation, gripped his wrist that held the knife and twisted hard — stopping before she snapped his wrist like a twig, but still applied enough pressure to render his grip on the blade as flimsy and futile as a mundane’s would be against a werewolf. ❝ What was that you were saying about not being helpless? ❞ She quipped, her dark brown hues flashing a deep, warm amber colour. If he couldn’t defend himself against her, somebody who meant him no harm, how the hell did he expect to defend himself against a real assailant?

❝ You’re not a trained Shadowhunter, Ben. Don’t bring a damn knife to a claw fight. ❞ She released her grip on his wrist, but she wasn’t done proving her point just yet — her fingers wrapped around his throat, lifting him from his bar stool with an ease she wouldn’t have been able to muster if he’d been at full alpha strength. As quickly as her hand had wrapped around his throat, she slammed him against the wooden pillar of the bar; shaking the picture frames that hung on loose nails. ❝ What are you going to do now? ❞ She challenged, cocking her head to the side and raising her brows.

whiskey splattered onto the counter as his glass tipped over, droplets soaking the front of his shirt like he isn’t enough of a mess already. these days the scent of liquor is always heavy on his breath, never overbearing but he knows that the wolves notice. how could they not? he pours a splash of jack into his morning coffee, for fuck’s sake. ben grunts in frustration at the loss of his drink but hardly even scowls as lily twists and twists until his knife clatters onto the counter, showering him in another spray of pungent alcohol.

“i’m not,” he grumbles. surely she hasn’t forgotten his stubbornness? “who said anything about a knife? i got at least three more on me and two stakes in the ankle holsters.” he spun around to face her once she released his wrist, arms held aloft in an inviting yet challenging manner. “it’s not like i’m about to go looking for a fight, okay? even i’m not that fucking stup — ” ben sputtered quietly as lily’s hand clasped around his throat faster than he could stop her or even really see properly, for fuck’s sake. he hit the wall with a low growl that was certainly fit for an alpha even if a good one would never find themselves in a situation like this.

“i don’t owe you answers,” ben manages the words through struggled breaths, clawing at her unyielding grip to no avail. honestly? there’s a part of him that really wants to spit in her face, but he can’t. not when he still remembers the way he used to react to someone treating her so horribly. he once plunged a football game into complete chaos just because a player from the opposing team decided to comment on his gutter trash girlfriend. “i don’t owe you shit.” she left him to die, after all. “you made sure of that a long fucking time ago.”

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wclfclaws‌:

The young werewolf is perched on top of the church altar, legs crossed underneath each other as she digs into the tray of shredded chilli beef noodles like it was her first meal in days, which was more than likely true. New York has proved to be more difficult than she expected, it’s not as easy to allow the wolf to hunt — snatching deer, squirrel and rabbits from local forests for her feeding hours. The entire city is surrounded by tall, glass buildings, resembling what she imagines the shadowhunter’s city of glass to look like. Her nearest hunting ground is central park, but after one too many close calls with animal control it’s no longer safe for her to hunt wild life there.

Her luck never completely ran out, though. The city has a wide range of take-aways, pizza houses and restaurants for her to take her picking from, but being a homeless, lone werewolf isn’t exactly a paid position. Any food she manages to pilfer is from rubbish bins, pieces of fruit stolen from street venders until she’s resulted to pick-pocketing students at a nearby high school so she can eat tonight.

She shivers between bites of her crispy shredded beef, despite the array of candles littered throughout the church that offer a faint glow, they don’t do much for warmth against the chill that howls through the cracked window panes, like a werewolf howling in distress. It may be cold, dimly lit and possibly haunted ( she hears spine-chilling noises at night ) it’s the closest thing she has to a home now. When she hears footsteps approaching, followed by the familiar sound of the jock’s voice, she springs down from where she’s perched on the altar, the plastic fork she’d been eating her meal with now posed like a real weapon.

❝ Take another step closer and you’ll be picking plastic shrapnel out of your eye ball. ❞ She snarled, plastic fork still armed like she might lunge at him at any second. ❝ How did you find me, Teen Wolf? ❞ She smirks at that, wanting him to know without a doubt that she saw him transform under the bleachers. Her dark brown eyes dart around the church, she considers running, finding herself another dump to haul herself up in but he’s blocking her only exit. 

She chuckles, she actually chuckles as he demands his wallet back. Cute. ❝ You can have it back, no problem. ❞ She didn’t see the point in feigning innocence, he was a werewolf just like her, he’d know she was lying. ❝ Can’t have the money though, spent it on that delicious meal you just made me drop everywhere. Thanks for that, by the way. I was hungry. ❞ 

he watches as she jumps from her perch, steaming hot food splattering onto the floor. as if this place couldn’t get any grimier. ben pulls a face as he glances around, sniffing out the corpses of rotting rodents and frowning at the uneasy skittering noises of insect colonies congregating nearby. he’s shacked up in plenty of places like this before, but not since moving to the city and not since autumn rolled around with that unforgiving northern chill in tow.

isn’t she cold? ben lifts a brow as she brandishes the tiny plastic fork at him, searching her bare arms for goosebumps. when he finally remembers to acknowledge her threat, it’s with a laugh and the ostentatious flash of his favorite knife. “i’m not being funny, babe, but mine is bigger than yours.” he tucks it away again as she smirks, hands burrowing into the pockets of his letterman jacket.

“i’m a really good tracker,” ben rolled his eyes at the teen wolf pun even though he was secretly endeared by just how impressed with herself she seemed to be over such a lame quip. she’s cute. he’d already noticed as much in passing, but for some reason it feels like he’s really noticing her for the very first time. 

and his heartbeat stutters.

“what’s your name? do you live here all alone? how long have you been like me?” he’d meant to start slow and then a sudden surge of nervousness took him by surprise. he’s not afraid of her, but he also can’t quite look her in the eye anymore without a violent crimson heat flooding into his cheeks. instead his dark gaze flickers around the abandoned old church again, sweeping across padlocked doors and uprooted pews with feigned interest.

“i’ll take you to get more food if you’ll still hungry.” he’ll be shit out of luck until at least midday tomorrow unless he can swipe a couple soft pretzels or an apple on the way home, but it would be worth it for her. he just knows it. “or how about breakfast tomorrow? i’m makin' coush coush for my sister. i could bring you some, or you could come over and meet her. our foster parents are never home so it’s usually just the two of us. she’d probably love to meet you and everyone says she’s way nicer than i am.” maybe he should’ve brought caroline along with him tonight, because right now ben feels like he’s scrabbling blindly for the words that’ll keep her from running away again.