As much fun as it was to spend Valentine’s Day in Copenhagen, nothing beats coming home after a long trip. 

Which is fine because I’d rather have you coming home with us when you’re fully better and rested. 

Aaron ran his hands through his own hair and sighed softly as he heard what Bernard was saying. “Yeah, I’m sure you have but that doesn’t mean to make the breaks you have now even worse.” he said softly and cleared his throat, trying to stop himself from crying. “At least let me help you settle and get somewhat comfortable again.” he said and looked up at the older male. 

Bernard looked at him for a moment and smiled softly as he watched him closely “ you remember that time where i busted my leg during a comp, and continued fencing?” he laughed softly as he hugged his brother once again “ you know that we will both get threw this right, no matter what” he whispered softly as he nodded a little “ do you get to wear a maid outfit” 

Aaron just held onto Bernard for a few more moments before he let go of him, pulling himself away from the other and wiped at his face. “You shouldn’t be up walking around with broken ribs, Bernard.” he said and sniffled some.

He moved back slightly pain clearly etched on his face as he smiled faintly and shook his head “ I needed to get up, i needed to hug my brother” he whispered softly as he sniffled himself “ Just like i am going need to hug my husband and Son, and i have had worse breaks...” 

Aaron had a hand covering his eyes, not wanting his brother to see him crying at the moment, so he hadn’t realized Bernard had even gotten up until he felt the other’s arms around him. Aaron carefully wrapped his arms around his brother and held him there, sobbing a bit into his shoulder, and began saying sorry repeatedly. 

“That’s what I’ve been told.” Aaron said, hugging his arms a bit tighter to his chest. He looked up catching Bernard’s glance before he looked away from him and over to the window that was in Bernard’s room. He just shook his head and wiped at his eyes as he heard Bernard speaking. “And you think that doesn’t break me a little bit?” Aaron asked as he looked back over to his brother. “Don’t you think that I feel bad for not telling you? But how could I just casually tell you that I’m ill, Bernard? How could I easily break that to you? We’re close and we always have been, this is not something I prepared myself well enough to tell you. Was I going to? Yeah, eventually. And I’m sorry that you found out in the way that you did. But I’m pretty fucking upset about it too. I did it to myself, I’m angry that I can’t fi it and that I’ve had to hide it from you for this long.”

“Are we just going to sit and not talk about it now? It’s not going to just magically go away you know? I’m still beyond pissed at you for this stunt.” Aaron said as he looked over his brother in the hospital bed. He sighed, running a hand through his hair and looked down at his feet before speaking in a softer tone. “Just fucking talk to me, Bernard.”

he wiped the tears from his eyes as he winced once again from the pain in his ribs as he looked up at his brother for a moment and shook his head a little “ you know...they are going to have to operate right? they said my ribs are that broken” he looked away once again and sighed lightly “ I freaked out..i didn’t know what to do...” he sighed once again and lowered his head slightly still crying a little. “ your my best friend Aaron my brother, there is shit that i tell you that i can’t even tell Grayson...but i still tell you, and the thought of losing you...knowing that will may never get to really know his uncle aaron it broke me” 

Seeing his brother breakdown and hearing what happened, Aaron sighed heavily. “I’m sorry, alright.” he said simply. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to add any more problems onto your plate.”

Aaron sat with his knee bouncing the more his brother spoke. He was enraged beyond belief that his brother had come all this way and done something so stupid. Aaron knew he had no room to talk, but he learned from his decisions of going out and doing stupid things and he was living with those consequences now, and would be for the rest of his life, however long that would be. “Oh, shut up!” he said a bit loudly. “They never had to say they were proud of you to show it. Look at you, out of me and out of Cici, you’re the one that has a family, you’ve settled down, you’ve done everything they’ve wanted to happen. What have me and Cici done? She’s a fucking stripper and I’m the young, dying baby. Stop being so fucking pitiful and stop playing this pity card when you don’t need to.” he said and scoffed softly as he crossed his arms over his chest, his knee bouncing a bit faster. “Drug shop? What drug shop?” he asked before he rolled his eyes. “Grayson isn’t leaving you. If he planned on doing that do you think he’d even make the effort to come out here?”

Yeah, because being dead would solve everything, right? Not like you’d have to sit and worry about your son asking where his dad was, then have to explain that you fucking died. Not like you’d have to worry about Grayson going bat shit crazy over it. Nah, we wouldn’t be worrying at all had you went off and died, Bernard.

He takes a shallow breath in as he winces from the pain on his right side before bright blue hues glare at this brother for a moment “ i know i am nothing but a huge fuck up i have been a huge fuck up, sense i was born....why do you think i have always worked so hard at everything to be perfect or as perfect as i can be, because i just wanted someone to be proud of me, do you think mom and dad ever told me they were proud of me?” he sighs lightly “ the fucking...drug shop” he muttered softly before looking away for a moment “ I never meant for anything like this to happen...i am just waiting for Grayson to come and give me divorce papers...because he finally realized how much of a fuck up i am”

It’s not particularly nice, no. You keep saying that, but actions speak a lot louder than words do, Bernard.

what would you have me do aaron?! would it have been better if i died that way none of you would have had to worry about it, write it off like i was killed in a car wreck or something. 

Visiting a few people here and there.

They’ve been together since we’ve arrived, I’ve been out doing my own stuff.

That is good,...and what have you been doing Ar...