Jackson stood in the kitchen of the large house, slowly pouring himself a cup of coffee, when he heard the front door open. He looked up automatically, not expecting it to be Xavier, blood running cold. He considered just tossing the entire hot cup of coffee at the other man, mug and everything, but he reminded himself that his goal was to fix everything. So he slowly set the mug down, walking towards the front door, making eye contact and holding it for a while without saying anything, controlling the anger he felt. “What the fuck were you thinking,” was the first thing he blurted out, “seriously, please tell me there’s a logical explanation for breaking my sister’s heart?” He asked, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms. His over protective brother side automatically came out, but he couldn’t help that at all.
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