Stan swallowed. Timelines were delicate things. His dad had told him that a million times. Even if it was the reason Dad was head of GD and he'd met Mom and Stan existed at all, he could end up changing everything and then Mr. Carter would be, like, married to Jo and Myka would be an assassin out to kill Mrs. Frederick and Vincent would never make him special chicken nuggets again.
He sat down on the floor and looked up at his mom with his biggest, most innocent look ever, the one that got even Mr. Carter to sigh and forgive him for whatever he'd just messed up.
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Date: 2011-02-13 02:46 am (UTC)He sat down on the floor and looked up at his mom with his biggest, most innocent look ever, the one that got even Mr. Carter to sigh and forgive him for whatever he'd just messed up.