“… Yeah I kind of wish to know who you’re talking about…”

Well he isn’t just gonna ignore a hug so he goes in and takes it from her

In a whisper

“Really?”

“Yeah…”

He awkwardly looks at his feet.

“Not really, if I’m being honest. I never knew them. Just my mum never talks about them…”

“It’s complicated…”

“To be fair I don’t know much about either one of them, nor my mum’s side”

“uhhh— he’s Simon…”

He’s purposely keeping it vague.

“My mum and Henry are gone and I have no one else to be with except for Charolette and my uncle.”

(That and some weirdo brought me here against my will, though I’m back with Charolette)

“To be fair he didn’t know of my existence either… well for most of my life…”

Jesse says quietly in a sorrowful tone, then he speaks up with a slight defensive tone

“I dunno, a person? What do you want me to say?!”

(You fucking idiot, of course she would know Dad)

“Who are you?”

“So you know my dad?”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s Randall.”

“…hello?”

“Ah… Carlos…”

“Okay???”

“This brings me back to my original question, who’s Carlos???”

“Not you too—“

“Who—who’s Carlos????”

Snaps back into reality

“Wha— “

…

“Well it’s lovely to meet you Detective Dawson!”

(Please be a competent detective…)

“Randall, Randall Ledore! May I ask who you are?”

“Hello!!”

“Oh god why?!”

“Can’t feel my face…”

“Ow— you didn’t need to do that—“

“Ouch ouchies—“

“Ouch—“