"I dunno, maybe. Birds are always around. And they can fly," Simon said, seemingly fixated on that. It wasn't exactly his fault, he had some father issues. Absent a lot growing up, absent now completely. They'd actually known their uncle more than their father, sad as that was. Peter was the one that came to little league games and was always at their birthday parties.

Simon couldn't remember any birthdays save for the last one that his dad attended, and scheduled for the cameras. That was right before the whole first New York thing.

Simon didn't want to go back there every again, honestly. New York just swallowed people up and kept them away from him.

"Plus it's a little hard to get rabbits into your room at night." He was lonely. Even he pretended he wasn't. "What's your favorite animal?"