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This is awful. Just awful.

Now that he thinks about it, be probably should’ve expected something like that from Braig – but that makes it even more embarrassing, somehow. And what was he doing, standing there blushing like a love-struck idiot? Shameful, really.

At least tracking down Braig gives him a chance to calm down – it isn’t like he’s about to let this go, after all. He finds him on the roof. Eventually. What is it with Braig and heights, anyways?

“You left before I could give you this,” is all he says, squaring his shoulders and holding out a small box. It’s chocolate, of course. Amaretto truffles, to be exact, which is probably a bit much considering how Braig went on a few days ago. But still – Even bought it for him, so it’s going to be imposed on Braig no matter what he has to say about it.

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Glowers at this eyepatch wearing man. Why is everyone stalking him today?

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That had been, in the end, a lot easier than he’d expected. The older Braig--the one he was starting to think of as some strange combination of older brother and dad, and wasn’t that weird for what was essentially an alternate him--had agreed readily, almost eagerly. He was the best one to keep Braig safe--from everyone.

Even him.

“Braig!” he called as he got to the younger twin’s hidey-hole. “It’s me. I found you a new home.”

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“Hey - er -” 

Crap - its hard to figure out what to call other versions of himself...

“Twinny - er...y’said that this is a safe place, right? Care to tell me about who all lives here, and what goes on, places I should avoid, and all that?”

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He can still feel the gun pressed to his head, hear the awful chill in the old man’s words. If this happens again - I won’t be giving your little friend the same quick death as last time.

Braig. He’s put Braig in danger, and it’s all he can do not to start running as soon as he’s in the right Radiant Garden.

But the kid, when he finds him, is fine. In fact, he’s asleep.

He considers waking him--but no. No, he needs help, he needs someone--he needs the other Braig, the one who’s looking after the kid for him. He’ll know what to do.

It’s not long before he finds him, and he grabs his arm. “Come on,” he says, harsher than he means to. He’s still scared. “Need to talk to you alone.”

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He’d left Braig a note. He was always there when the kid woke up, always. Braig would freak out if he wasn’t. So he’d scribbled a note on a scrap of paper from the journal Braig thought he didn’t know about. Went to get breakfast. Back soon. No signature. Braig would know who it was.

He needed to think. He needed coffee, and he needed to think.

Though, finding the other Braig, the weirdly paternal one, in the kitchen wasn’t at all a bad thing.

“Hey,” he said, scuffing a hand through his hair (brushed back into careful stripes but left down, the way it always was when he was with Braig). “You got coffee?”

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Braig: “A th– ….wait what?”

“Don’t ask me.”

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“Hey, uh...” He needs a better name for this twin than Braig. The kid is Braig, the one Xigbar just traded his best shot at his old life for. But that’s a matter for another time. “I need to ask a favor.”