#brokenheirs

[heartsbreaking-migrated]

@brokenheirs sent "you're welcome here. It's a standing invitation." from tom

this looked like a pity party, but madelyn wasn't going to say that. "i appreciate that, thank you." she draped her jacket over the back of the back of the high backed bar stool, and sat down next to tom at the bar. "i'll have what he's having," she told the bartender. she leaned her elbow on the table, resting her cheek on her hand. it had been a long day, fielding mistrusting glances and outright hostile attitudes from the ATN higher ups. it was exhausting, but she was there for her mom, as a favor. she had been about to go to bed, but decided she could stay at the hotel restaurant a little longer "so, off the record of course, what's got you hiding in a hotel bar rather than socializing with the rest of your-" coworkers seemed inaccurate, but family didn't entirely serve either. "with your people?" that was it wasn't it, the waystar inner circle and their various assistants.

[kendulls]

@brokenheirs / naomi: we could be having lunch like normal people.

a couple of weeks ago, they would have been. they would've been eating at zuma's japanese restaurant off madison avenue, talking about their days and the bullshit that came with it, a glass of wine in their reach. instead — he sits in the living room of his condo, grasp on his iphone tightening as his jaw clenches, an empty bottle of corona resting on the glass coffee table. lunch like normal people, a joke at its finest, and in response — he laughs. ❝    maybe. from what i've heard, you've been having lunch with tom, though. uh — is that serious, at all?    ❞ is it jealousy? is it anger? (is it his father obtaining the upper-hand in his love life now?) lips pressing themselves together, kendall shifts around on the couch, discomfort from the conversation spreading into his body.

❝    also heard him and greg are calling themselves the disgusting brothers now, so that's fantastic, too.    ❞ he halts himself from speaking any further, choosing to clear his throat rather than say the remaining words in his head: you sure know how to pick them!