Basil was always his weakness. Probably always would be too, and he stared down at his little brother with grey hues, watching the confusion and anguish flicker across his face, like a storm waiting to ruin him. Maybe in the morning he’d feel bad, but right he couldn’t – didn’t. Atticus reached forward to brush his brother’s bangs from his face as he nodded, not caring to drag them back into a fight neither of them had the energy for right now. This wasn’t how he wanted to ring in the new year, angry and bitter with one of the few people he adored more than anything.
Atticus tugged the covers over his brother like he’d done a million times before he laid atop them, bringing his hands up to stroke Basil’s hair like he had when they were children. “I miss you too.” He murmured softly. It was true, although it’d take a lot more than a single night to fix what was broken between them. Suki was waiting for him though, so once Atticus knew Basil was truly asleep, he slipped out of bed to go back to the party, although not before he pressed a chaste kiss to his forehead. They were still broken, but at least they weren’t shattered beyond repair.
Atticus tugged the covers over his brother like he’d done a million times before he laid atop them, bringing his hands up to stroke Basil’s hair like he had when they were children. “I miss you too.” He murmured softly. It was true, although it’d take a lot more than a single night to fix what was broken between them. Suki was waiting for him though, so once Atticus knew Basil was truly asleep, he slipped out of bed to go back to the party, although not before he pressed a chaste kiss to his forehead. They were still broken, but at least they weren’t shattered beyond repair.
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