The ride through Manhattan had Isabelle screaming her heart out and he shouted and called out with her, letting go of his usual inhibitions. In that moment, with her and only her, it was okay to mourn the absence of their little brother on days like this one. They crossed pools of artificial light streetlamps poured on the road, sped up through orange traffic lights and when they came to a stop near her apartment, her hold on his waist did not loosen. They stayed like this for what felt like hours and it could have been, for Alec would not have complained.
“Thank you.” Izzy mumbled against his shoulder.
She tightened her grip on him one last time before getting off the bike and walking inside, never letting him see her face. He knew her mascara was smudged anyway, because he was crying too. more on ao3
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