@wesleyhope | Wesley and Maddox, Sebastian Hope's Apartment
"Don't worry," he calls out, within seconds of Wesley catching him stepping through the front door. "I took the back entrance. No one saw me pull up." Because while the Hope's are a tight knit family, immortalized in American political history, they are also curators of a narrative. And with the heat of the scandal still fresh, Maddox knows the family protocol. Controlled and careful, seemingly untouched by grief. Impartial servants of the public - that's who they set out to be. Except, behind closed doors, weren't they just a family who lost their cousin?
"He would've hated this." Sebastian was a clean freak, a man particular about where every throw pillow or pen went. The notion of police coming to comb through his person affects? Tragic. "Fuck, his record collection." Maddox glances down at the records, somber eyes skimming the titles. "You should keep these. You're the only one old enough to even know how to use a fucking record player." It's not why they're here. Maddox knows the limited time, the purpose of their search... And yet, it can't be helped, as the grief barely settles into their bones.