(Know what? Fuck it, I'll do it now)
"Hey, kid. How you doin'? Better question, actually; Why are you here?" The red-haired man asked from behind the wall of bulletproof glass.
It took Klaus a second to compose himself. It had been almost 10 years since he'd seen his dad and the last time nearly ended with Cletus breaking out.
His dad hadn't aged a bit, probably a side affect of the symbiote that was in his body. The grin on his face felt like it was in the middle of barely contained rage and absolute happiness. It was the look Klaus was used to, so he took it for a good sign.
"Good, I guess. Mom died a few years back," the son responded into the phone pressed against his face. "Suppose I jus' missed home."
"From what I hear, you're doing well for yourself. Goin' off bein' a hero 'n shit. How does it feel?"
Klaus, for some reason, felt embarrassed. Like he wasn't doing something right.
"…Weird. Everyone thinks I'mma end up like you."
Cletus's face softened slightly. Say what you will about the way he was as a person, but you cannot say he doesn't care for his son. "Prove 'em wrong, then. You got it in ya."
Klaus smiled slightly. "Thanks, dad."
The guard standing behind the man known as Carnage spoke up for the first time. "Wrap it up."
They began to stand, but Cletus spoke into the phone one last time. "I'm proud of ya, kid. Keep it up."
With one last parting smile, Klaus walked out of the visiting room of the high security prison and stepped outside, slipping his hands into the pockets of his jeans. Talking to his dad felt like a great weight was lifted off of his chest. Right then and there, he decided to visit him the next visiting week. Maybe mend their troubled relationship a bit more. The thought made his smile grow slightly as he walked out of the gates that surrounded the prison and towards the city. He had no clue, however, that was being watched as soon as he left the prison.