☮: For a written apology: Hey bro, I totally didn’t know that was your food in the fridge… okay I did but I was hungry and everything else in there belonged to someone who probably would’ve killed me for nabbing their food, like Logan. I’ll pay for takeout tonight?
♤: For a written confession: Punk, Hank made me promise to help cut your hair off in your sleep if you grew it to your shoulders or longer. Snip snip. This is your warning. -Scott
☹: For a letter my muse doesn’t have the courage to send:
I kind of got into the habit of writing to you when I thought you might have been dead. I figured I’d show them to you when you did come back (I pictured you riding out of the sunset with some girl like you’re James Bond or someone) and then we’d laugh over me worrying. But then you came back from some kind of alternate universe or something where I was your older brother. And sometimes I’m not sure you’re really the guy that left. I’m not sure that you’re a brother who wants me or if you just feel like you’re stuck with me. The possibilities of that answer have me too scared to ask. Where do I go if you don’t want me? What does that make me? You’re my big brother, you’re supposed to - I don’t know. But I’d rather worry about you hating me than know for sure.
You’ve been missing for a while and someone suggested you might not come back this time. Which I don’t want to believe, but you never just up and left like that. It makes me worry. I always worry about you. Even though you’ve always thought you had to take care of me, and you don’t, because I’m not a little kid. Go worry about yourself sometime. Anyway, I guess what I’m trying to say is… please come back. Please. I’ve lost a lot but I’ve never lost you. I’ve never lost the person I don’t know how to live without.