the sound

Aspen finished up in the shower and was now stood looking in the mirror with a towel around his waist. Mack was staying over at his place for the night, and he was glad about that. He hadn’t really planned on anything more than messing about, but this was different. He knew it was different. Mack looked like someone that he knew from years ago and when he saw Mack, it brought back so many memories for him.

He heard a clatter out in the living room and he quickly pulled his t-shirt over his head and his jeans on, then left the bathroom. “You alright?” Aspen asked, raising a brow towards him.

Mack was still in shock, looking at the picture that he had found. It just wasn’t clicking in his head and he didn’t know what to do. It just didn’t make sense at all. He was so lost in thought that he almost didn’t hear Aspen come into the room. 

Looking back over his shoulder, the worry and confusion was evident on his face. “Aspen,” he held up the photo, “What is this? We’ve never been a date where we’ve done period pictures. Even then, this looks too good for that, this looks…” he didn’t know what to say, “It looks real, but it can’t be because that’s our faces and that would make this photo over 150 years old and that’s just impossible.” 

tate was ready for anything, pretty much down for it until he head aspen. god what was he doing, he couldn’t do this, he was his brother in law. the blonde pushed away and sighed shaking his head. “n-no… this, this is very wrong i-i’m sorry.”