“my brother,” was the first thing he said as soon as the other opened the front door. his cheeks were being sucked in and his jaw was clenching hard. he didn’t even care if he drew blood –– the only blood he wanted to SEE was his brothers. he invited himself into the house, pushing shoulders with jeremiah as he started looking around. “where the fuck is he?” he looked around a few door frames before walking right up to jeremiah again. “you fucked my twin brother. the one person in my life that’s decent. you FUCKED.. my BROTHER, jeremiah.” as if the other didn’t know, he just wanted to make sure he was fully aware. his face was heated red and he felt like he was going to pass out, the veins in his arms sticking out as if the circulation was cut off. though, with how hard his hands were forming a fist, he wouldn’t be surprised. he swore, he’d never been this angry in his entire life and seeing jeremiah made it that much worse because as soon as things were okay, management had to fuck up everything. part of him now wanted to go back in time and just get fired, he didn’t really care as long as jeremiah WASN’T fucking his brother. of course, that asshole always got everything. but jeremiah was the one thing he could love, the one thing he could be proud of. he closed his eyes for a half a second, shaking his head, “i can’t believe you would do this. we.. ––– “ he cut himself off, shaking his head even more, “.. –– where is he?”