Victor finished his ice cream and he moved to stand in front of her, his hands on her legs. "It's nothing important. To be honest, I usually forget it ever happened these days. Thomas was talking about becoming a dad very young, though, and it made me remember. I went to live with my foster family when I was fifteen and I had a foster sister the same age. We sort fell in love, or however 'in love' you can be as a young teenager. We hid it from her family and sneaked around because we thought her family wouldn't approve."
Victor ran his hand through his hair as he said, "we weren't wrong either. She ended up getting pregnant and they kicked me out. Which I totally understand. We were both seventeen and to them I just barged in on their happy family and changed everything. I did go back because I wanted her to know I would be there for the child, but my foster father threatened me with a pistol and told me they'd 'taken care of it'." He had been heartbroken to learn the child was gone, though now he looked back and realised he had had no idea how to start caring for a baby.