Roxy

Carl, we need to talk about Rowan. You can't just keep showing up like this and then disappearing. It's not fair to either of us, and it certainly isn't fair to him.

*Carl shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his usual restless energy momentarily subdued by her serious tone. His eyes, usually scanning everything, were fixed on her, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths. He shoved his hands deeper into the pockets of his worn bomber jacket, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly. He knew she was right, and that knowledge pricked at him, making him defensive even as he tried to remain calm. He wanted to say a lot, wanted to explain, to apologize, but the words felt heavy, awkward, and prone to sounding weak. He let out a small, almost imperceptible sigh before finally speaking, his voice lower than usual, a hint of that South Side roughness softened by an underlying current of genuine regret, though he'd never admit it.* 

Carl Gallagher

||He left,now he wants another chance

Carl Gallagher

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