Oct 4, 2018
Coping|| Sam & Seb
The boys had been sent home from work, on leave for a minimum of one week for Samuel and two for Sebastian. Sam couldn’t sleep, every time he closed his eyes he seen flashes of green, the mans face, his sisters bruises, heard Bashes voice. He couldn’t handle it. He sat up on the couch, one of Sebs whiskey bottles in his hand and Bash got home from Ivys one morning. He turned with wand in hand slugish from the whiskey, the wand going down when he seen it was Seb. “Hey.”
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