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Honestly, you don’t keep track of time all that well. You know that it’s been a few day, that much is certain. It’s not as if you haven’t enjoyed (savored, treasured) this time spent with Frenchie- you’re over the moon every morning to see someone else in your bed whom you love, starting the day with cute, low-stakes squabbles over who’s making breakfast, and even ecstatic to take care of Toby with him!- but it’s at what price?
Frenchie is miserable, you can tell. It’s hidden under a thin, opaque smile. It’s not so much for you as it is for Toby. The two of you have talked, a lot, and cried, quite a bit more. Your brother is an asshole, but just telling him as much doesn’t do anything to ease these pains.
You’ll need to go to the source of the problem.
Luckily, knocking on the door doesn’t reveal that the door is partially opened, leading to a dark room of disaster and broken objects and no working lights. Zack shuffles to the door and lets you in with a silent sneer. You didn’t exactly warn him of your arrival, but he wouldn’t exactly clean himself up for the visit either you know.
Without asking, you pick your way over to the couch and sit down, perched on the edge, hands clasped. Zack is staring at you with his arms crossed as if you’re the one who’s in trouble here. You pick your words carefully.
You don’t have time to figure out what the hell those words are before Zack takes his turn.
“What the hell are you here for?”
It’s worse than you thought. The poison in his voice is watered down with tears, you can hear it. The fight and the anger has been cushioned by defeat. You get a better look at the apartment. It’s not like a horror story disaster, but it’s not great, not cleaned, not managed. You get a better look at your brother Zack Miller. His hair’s more out of place, if that’s possible. He’s wearing a hoodie and slacks indoors and his beard is growing out unevenly and his eyes are bloodshot.
You stand and launch yourself onto him, giving him a hug. You know he’s stunned and confused, but he needs it. He won’t push you off, and he only returns it with half a heart, but it’s okay.
“He loves you, you know. He really, really does, and he’s miserable, Zack. He cares about you so, so, so much, but he just needs some time but it’ll be okay, I promise.” You ramble into his shoulder. His shoulder starts shaking under you.
After that day, you send him updates. Little pictures of Toby, text updates about how or what Frenchie’s doing. You also ask if he’s doing okay. The responses are short, and not as sharp as you expect, but they are responses. And you think he’ll be okay. Eventually. They both will.
#gotta reblog Shou food#also are you teaching those little bastards to cook?#I don't think I can get more proud?
they’re so PRECIOUS zack. is this how you feel having me sous chef anything in the kitchen? they bring me salt and then they blow their little croak bubbles. i’m so blessed??
@affluentialspikes replied to your post “it's hard to cope with the fact that my prodigy...”:
Children.
CHILDREN! THEY AL WAYS DO THIS! no i'm kidding he was never my child, he was just INITIALLY intended to be a less flawed me. yet here we are. not sure where i went wrong.