jcstinhill:
@masxnhill
He didn’t know how to process what he had found out tonight. Normally Justin had no problems wrapping his head around things. Always able to make sense of them but there had been an entire sensory overload and he needed someone to bounce it back on. Normally he would go to Olivia with this sort of thing, but he needed someone who could relate. And the only parents he was close to, were Mason and Forrest. Going to Mason with this had been the most obvious choice. Also because Mason was mostly levelheaded and was able to keep him from spiraling should it go there. Getting to Mason’s house, he had forgotten to bring along the extra set of keys that belonged to his home, his mind being an absolute clutter at the moment. So he rang the doorbell three times in a row, looking around the hallway he had just walked through, bouncing on his feet as he waited for his brother to open the door and desperately trying to stay calm so he wouldn’t explode in Mason’s face as soon as he would see him.
Mason hadn’t had time to react to the first ring of the bell by the time it’d rang two more times. He knew Justin was coming over, but hadn’t bothered to unlock the door to his apartment; Justin had a key and could let himself in, as he usually did. The frantic ringing, however, suggested two things to Mason, however; the first was that it was Justin, anxious, and either not thinking or having forgotten his keys, or the second, that it was someone else entirely, though he had no idea who it could be or what it was they wanted. He was leaning towards the first; Justin hadn’t replied to tell him how he was doing when he asked after dropping the bomb that his ex had come back and asked if it was okay that he was on his way over... it suggested he wasn’t doing great, though from the moment he texted him, he hadn’t suspected that Justin was doing too great. Raising off the cough, he wasn’t sure if the piece of old furniture or his knees put up more of a protest to the change of position, but he made his way over to the door and opened it, presenting a beer to his brother, immediately. “Alright, so, what’s going on?” Mason asked without hesitation, his voice coming out in a half sigh — he didn’t suspect anything good — as he stepped aside to let his brother into the apartment.












