Kieran's P.O.V.
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Despite how late it is, even where Uncle Mal is, he answered on the second ring.
"Nephew! To what do I owe the pleasure? I'm sure there's no way you're done throwing your tantrum yet," Uncle Mal's voice rang through the line cheerfully. "Why are you even up right now? Isn't it like 3 in the morning where you are? Still getting into trouble I see."
When Uncle Mal laughed at his own joke, I remained silent.
"Kieran? Something wrong?" he asked, his voice changing slightly.
Cold, composed, with a hint of worry under the surface. A carefully masked voice, just like his carefully masked face. Always hiding that darkness behind a bubbly personality and jokes.
Just like me.
I used to love that. I loved that we were so sim
