Jason seemed to watch his younger self as if the kid was such a moron.

Peyton let a few other kids take some more blocks, so he ended up only stacking about five. Though, he did start clicking two against one another that weren't stacked as if he was making a fire.

The woman was chatting with him, fiddling fondly at his hair. "Your hair is very nice. You're a handsome little boy."

"Thank wu." Little Peyton said as the woman twirled the little white tips as if the color was normal.

He wondered why but just watched the memory.

Jason seemed... in thought. Analizing the memory since the full memory wasn't in his own head as well as it was displayed.

Peyton giggled as the woman grabbed a little pony and made her prance up onto his head.

"Yay! I have climbed to the tallest point in the world! Mount Cute-more!" She cheered, grinning.

Peyton patted the ponies head gently, its little white main frizzy from years of use. It was purple. "Yay!"

Soon, the man from before came. He wasn't smiling, and seemed a little down.

The woman looked up at her husband, smile fading as she saw his expression. She picked Peyton up and snuggled him, eyes begging for them to keep him.

The husband shook his head.

She sighed, frowning.

Peyton buried his face against the woman, sighing happily.

Hmm. Interesting.

Miss Becka noticed how sad they were. "You could foster him." She offered.

The woman stood, nodding.

The husband smiled. "Maybe that will give us enough time." He said, gently ruffling the little boys hair.

Peyton giggled, clapping his little hands for no reason other than being happy.

"...." Puck just watched

The memory ended.

"That lasted a month." Jason muttered.

"A month?"

He nodded.

"...I'm sorry."