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Grant Ward is not a true believer (notanazi) wrote in wariscoming,

Was she really joking about that? He'd watched himself hug his brother, tell him that hearing Christian admit guilt was all he needed. Hearing the truth about the well, it was all he needed. And a little part of him had felt free. He'd almost believed it himself, believed he was the monster of the story. But then the memories had hit him again because of that damn staff and now, well now the anger never quite went away. But hearing Christian say that, it had changed a lot. ...but then the fire. The murder suicide he'd apparently set up. Truth was he didn't know what to think. He couldn't deny he hadn't grieved for them. And he had been trying to do just that at 15.

"Just the ones that deserve it." he said simply, not wanting to delve into the hell he'd grown up with any more than he already had in thinking about the holidays.

Luckily Skye and the mistletoe provided the perfect distraction. He was actually a little suprised that she kissed him. But she did. He never failed to be thankful that she was still willing to be here, with him, still willing to kiss him, to try to make it all okay again.

"Funny how that got there, cause you know you can't pin that one on me right?" He took the pizza and beer from her as they moved into the room, away from the wonderfully placed mistletoe. "You gonna want a beer for this?" he asked her. It was gonna be interesting, especially given what his original plan had been. Help her find the way to the truth about herself, help her meet her father.

Seemed like the other him was keeping his promise. In spades.