#isnt it funny how i barged into ur dms inquiring about things and then didnt rly reference them at all

[guiltswept]

FOR:   leo ( @eclvpses ). DETAILS:   two weeks ago, possibly more. early morning, fowler residence.

there's many truths to philomena; that they dislike returning to a town more than twice, with so many still left to explore. that they're notoriously unaffectionate, hard to read - that there's very few for whom they care for outside of selfish needs. it's also true that philly would always come back to blue harbor, and only blue harbor, just for leo. even if several states away, even if technically out on bail for a trial that'll never happen as long as they never catch them. if it ever came to the worst; philly would climb out of her grave just to meet leo at his own.

luckily; there's no graves to climb, only a trellis leading to leo's bedroom window - always left unlocked, like he's always waiting for them. always waiting. there's a rare guilt that philly carries; if only they weren't away for so long this time. they miss marjorie, and steve - but mostly marjorie, and her baking; and her mind, a new anxiety that briefly skims the surface of their emotions. philly's emotions were the strongest around the fowlers; and even then - skipping rocks against a still surface. it's only leo that causes ripples before plunging into their heart's depths.

philly kneels besides leo's bed; to any other, it might've been alarming - but there's a history between them. many entered windows, just as many exits. their gaze traces his features; each freckle, the curve of cheek - beloved fucked up septum. they reach into their backpack, loosely slung against their shoulder, and pull out a megaphone.

"LEOPOLD FOWLER, I'M VERY CONCERNED FOR YOUR LACK OF ROBBERY PREVENTION. DID YOU KNOW TWO PERCENT OF ROBBERIES HAPPEN VIA THE SECOND FLOOR?"