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Arms crossed over his chest and beer in hand, Al had been taking in the muted chaos of their apartment with a smirk matching Jamesâs. Theme: successful. He wrapped his arm around his brother in return, patting his chest. âI think this party could do with some more livening, Jalbus.â The combinations of their names had Al cracking up too, the ridiculousness of it all making Al feel at home in a way that had always lacked in Italy. âMan, I missed you, you know? Letâs break out the fucking brownies, I could use a bit of electric lettuce in my life.â
James stood up a little taller. He hadnât expected the moment of sentiment but it hit home and he had no choice but to nod in agreement. âMissed âya too. Think we got lot of catchinâ up âta do tonight,â he said, his arm tightening around his brotherâs shoulder before giving it a rustle. Then, already prepared, James lifted a plate of the aforementioned brownies. Sure, the pair had spent some time apart, but some things never changed. And heâd had an inkling with this one. âLadies first.â




















