closed for @deidiavoli !
Two missed dinners that he promised to be at, a week of barely any communication between Brooks and his family, and one night of sleeping in an actual bed later… and here he was: annoyed to even be out of bed to begin with that morning. No apology, no guilt present. He nearly trudged down the steps, one hand reaching up to brush the tip of his nose before running through his hair in an attempt at calming it down. He was much like his mother in that moment – disheveled, tired, coming out from a seemingly endless slump to feed himself without so much as a second glance towards those in the family room. These moods were rare for Brooks, something he didn’t like to showcase too often around the people he loved, but he couldn’t exactly crash at the motel for a while because unfortunate circumstances. He had plenty of friends, but none of them cared to deal with his attitude. Pulling out an almost empty box of cereal from the cabinet, the male paused for a moment before turning towards Julia with brows slightly furrowed. “Did someone go through my stuff last night?” Not exactly the best greeting on his part, but he found it a bit irritating that he found half of his stuff unpacked when he very clearly made it known that he didn’t want that. “Did mom get up?”
