in which there are a lot of things tristan doesn't know about himself, but when he finds an unconscious boy in the trunk of his car, it may lead him to finding out who he really is.
"He thinks I have stigmata," Frank said, because what the fucking hell, it couldn't get any worse. He might as well just lay it out. "Oh, well," said Brian into his hands. "Of course." ~ I did not write this story. All credit goes to the author, Bexless on Archive Of Our Own. Link to the original story: http://archive...
