RP with kicksbigballs & likebraveheart | Brotherly Intervention
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Braden wasn't at all surprised when he left the clinic in the centre of London and got caught in a heavy downpour of rain. His coat wasn't waterproof and he didn't have an umbrella. It was fitting, as far as he was concerned. He just got into the first available cap looking something akin to a drowned rat, his blond hair plastered to his forehead and a slight shiver picking up across his damp skin. The cab ride couldn't have been more than ten minutes, and he just sat there staring blankly out the window.
When he got back to Iain's, he kicked his toe on the step and stumbled into the door. He didn't even have the energy to curse, he just kicked his shoes off and slammed the door roughly behind him, sending a sharp, loud bang reverberating through the apartment. By the time he had wrestled out of his wet coat, Callum appeared in the small entrance way and Braden held up a hand. "Dinnae," was all he said hoarsely, not in the mood for anymore brotherly interrogations. But before he had a chance to move or even get his coat hung up, he looked in Callum's direction, meeting it eyes, and it felt like everything just surged up inside him and exploded. With a devastated sob, he started to cry withou any hopes of stopping it.
Braden wasn't at all surprised when he left the clinic in the centre of London and got caught in a heavy downpour of rain. His coat wasn't waterproof and he didn't have an umbrella. It was fitting, as far as he was concerned. He just got into the first available cap looking something akin to a drowned rat, his blond hair plastered to his forehead and a slight shiver picking up across his damp skin. The cab ride couldn't have been more than ten minutes, and he just sat there staring blankly out the window.
When he got back to Iain's, he kicked his toe on the step and stumbled into the door. He didn't even have the energy to curse, he just kicked his shoes off and slammed the door roughly behind him, sending a sharp, loud bang reverberating through the apartment. By the time he had wrestled out of his wet coat, Callum appeared in the small entrance way and Braden held up a hand. "Dinnae," was all he said hoarsely, not in the mood for anymore brotherly interrogations. But before he had a chance to move or even get his coat hung up, he looked in Callum's direction, meeting it eyes, and it felt like everything just surged up inside him and exploded. With a devastated sob, he started to cry withou any hopes of stopping it.