Don’t you know that the kids aren't al-, kids aren’t alright?

Rolling over, Norman barely registered the sound of a knock on his door. Forcing himself out of bed, he slowly made his way to the window and peered out. Down below, the last person he wanted to see was standing there. Letting his head drop against the window, Norman let a grunt out. Backing off from the window, he grabbed the shirt he had left across the chair last night and put it on. His jeans were still on, so he didn't bother with anything from the waist down. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he looked for a jacket. Grabbing one from a hook, he threw it on and made his way for the door. Wiping his eyes, he gripped the doorknob and pulled it open. "This better be g---" he began in a near growl, before he noticed that Autumn had another human with her. Sighing, he leaned against the door frame. "Who's this? A little brother or something that you want to hate me too?" he questioned, anger hinting at the back of his voice.

Rolling his eyes, Norman looked down at the kid. He remembered something about a child when she mentioned it, but it wasn't completely registering. "Okay, so you brought a child with you. So what? Am I supposed to automatically believe its mine?" he began. "And, if I remember correctly, I told you last time that nothing happened." Stepping backwards, Norman looked at the kid again. He couldn't deny he saw a small fraction of himself in the kid. Placing his back to the door, Norman waved his hand towards the direction of the inside of the house. "Living room. Now," he said. He was going to go off to the kitchen, grab some bread and water, as soon as she was inside.

Taking note of Autumn's look, Norman shut the door as gently and with as much attitude as he could muster. Stepping into the kitchen, he filled two glasses with water and grabbed a loaf of bread from the table, grumbling under his breath the whole time. "I swear, if that child is mine, I'm going to break something," he thought to himself. Grabbing the whole mess, Norman made his way into the living room, where Autumn was making herself at home in his armchair. "Of course," he thought to himself, setting the glasses and bread on the table. Sitting on the couch, he sliced a piece of bread of for both her and himself. Sliding her piece to her, he leaned back and took a bite of his. "So, Kenith?" he questioned. Not a bad name, but not something he would have chosen. Leaning forward, he stared at her. "Really, if there's something you want from me, just say it. Just don't make me the father of a child that isn't mine." Norman's voice rang with an almost begging tone as he stared at Autumn.

Norman looked from the child to the paper to Autumn. Reaching out, he pulled the paper from Autumn's hand and stared at it for several minutes. Laying the paper down, Norman stood up. "Fuck," he said, walking down the hall. Slamming his fist into a wall, Norman stood against the back wall of the house, staring towards the front door. "I can't have a fucking kid," he muttered to himself, sliding down the wall. Sitting on the floor, Norman continued to stare at the front door, expecting her to walk out, laughing.

Staring at Autumn, Norman shook his head. "I don't care what you went through!" Norman snapped. Shoving himself off the floor, Norman stood and stared down at her. He knew that would force her to say something, but he wasn't done. "I don't care what you went through," he reiterated, "It's not what anyone went through. I can not be a father." He backed off from her, remembering the child. "I'm not fit to be one," he muttered. Shaking his head, he looked down and scuffed his feet across the floor. What he needed to say was going to be hard to do. "If," he began, "If I have to admit this child is mine, you both are moving in here. No ifs, ands, or buts." He sighed and pinched his forehead. "Understand?"

"Dead serious." Norman backed into the wall opposite Autumn, staring at her. Sighing, he kept a stern expression. "Neither of us wants this, but it'd be better for Kenny," he said, "And neither of us would have to explain anything about the lack of a father to our parents." He looked towards the floor, biting his lip. Autumn, living under his roof, because of some fucked up incident. Had he not survived the Games, after killing Aspen, he wouldn't have to do this. "Besides, it's not like I'm asking you to marry me. I'm just telling you to move in," he said. "I'll clean out the spare room for you and Kenny and I'll stay in my room."

Norman watched Autumn head back to the front of the house. "What the hell have I done?" he muttered to himself. Moving towards the front of the house as well, he shook his head. "The good stuff's not meant to be on display," he said with a weak chuckled, rounding the bannister on the stairs. "Besides, alcohol is what got us into this situation, if you have forgotten," he hollered, climbing up the stairs. Three bedrooms in the house, and two in permanent use now. Making his way to the spare room he had dropped Autumn off in nearly a year ago, he threw open the door and looked inside. Not much stood in the way of making the room livable, aside from a crib. "Another day, but soon," he muttered, stepping out of the room again. Leaving the door open to her room, Norman made his way back downstairs, aiming for the kitchen. "Whenever you are ready, that room is open," he said, pouring a glass of whiskey, "Take your time."

Setting the glass down, Norman started for the living room, almost running into the incoming Autumn. Grabbing her to keep her from falling over, Norman looked past her and into the living room. Chuckling, he released her and went to grab Deno. "It's just little Deno," he said with a smile. Placing the iguana on his shoulder, Norman walked back for Autumn. "Just a harmless iguana," he said, leaning his shoulder towards her. "Besides, who said anything about making this work? We're living together, not getting together," he said with a smirk.

Laughing, Norman kept creeping closer to her. Pulling Deno from his shoulder, he held the iguana out a little, getting him closer to her. "Come on now, he's perfectly harmless," he said with a chuckle. Deno was his friend in the arena, and he wasn't about to let her ruin that. "I beat Kenny will even grow to love him," he said, stopping his advance. Shaking his head, he began, "Besides, a little harmless iguana ain't killed no one yet."