@miller-brick location: tribute facility
Smith couldn't bear to look at him. They forced him out of Two, but a part of his father still followed him all the way to Capitol. Really, what a fucking coincidence that both of his brothers just so happened to be involved in the Games this time around. Did they plan this? Did they know? Smith wouldn't dare to imagine a thing from Mason, but Miller? Once so far removed and now Smith couldn't avoid him no matter how desperately he wanted to. He was sure that the guy was so up their father's ass that he would be happy to go along with whatever half-baked plan to make a son of his a victor. He'd felt no comfort having Miller there. No, his leering presence made it that much worse.
Just as he had gone the entire day without seeing him, Smith eyed his brother at the other end of the hall. Too embarrassed to turn the other way, he decided that it might be best to face him head-on. That he would make it clear that he wanted nothing to do with Miller. "Watch where you're going," he spat out, shoving him with his shoulder.
While Mason had quickly let go of his suspicion, Smith was an entirely different story. Not that it came as a surprise. Still, by this point, Miller was hoping that his first brother would've become temperate enough to talk to him. After all, how was he supposed to help Smith if they couldn't even be in the same room for more than a minute?
His jaw clenched when Smith shoved past him, their shoulders colliding. A part of him--the one that was just as vindictive and proud as his brother--wished to respond in kind, to ignore and spite Smith in return. The other part knew he couldn't. They were running out of time.
"You need me," Miller said, matter-of-fact. He turned around to face his brother--or his brother's back. It didn't matter so long as Smith was listening. "I don't care what you think of me, what you think I did, but you need me. Even more later after launch. I can help you." Perhaps it wasn't the best start, but they were running out of time. Smith hadn't allowed them both anything but to cut to the chase.
















