He reels back to face his brother, a flair of rage burning through his chest. "That's bullshit!"
His expression tightens as another emotion comes to meet it. Frustration. He knows what he wants, but at the same time he has no fucking idea. He knows that Don gets it. He has to. But now he's not so sure.
And the last bit, that just feels like betrayal.
"Do I gotta spell it out for you? Seriously? Where the hell have you been the last few weeks? Rotting away in your room just like Leo.
Well I say fuck you guys. Fuck. You."
Then he turns on his heels and starts heading deeper into the forest. He doesn't need to talk. He doesn't need anybody.
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His expression tightens as another emotion comes to meet it. Frustration. He knows what he wants, but at the same time he has no fucking idea. He knows that Don gets it. He has to. But now he's not so sure.
And the last bit, that just feels like betrayal.
"Do I gotta spell it out for you? Seriously? Where the hell have you been the last few weeks? Rotting away in your room just like Leo.
Well I say fuck you guys. Fuck. You."
Then he turns on his heels and starts heading deeper into the forest. He doesn't need to talk. He doesn't need anybody.