rian hadn’t heard about riley’s motorcycle accident until after he’d gotten back and turned on his cellphone only to be bombarded by texts from coworkers asking about a twin that he’d never mentioned. and to say rian and riley aren’t close would be an understatement ── but the only thing that can describe the way his heart stayed lodged into his throat until he found out riley was alive and well can only reluctantly be described as something akin to brotherly love. rian can say with certainty that it’s not something he’s familiar with. he knows that he’s the last person riley wants to see so he doesn’t make a special trip back to new york just to check on him, but he does make sure a trip to riley’s place is high on his priority list. rian’s nervous. he can’t even remember the last time the two of them had a conversation that almost escalated into an fight - physical or verbal - but he really, really wants to make sure riley’s okay with his own two eyes. when the door opens to reveal an identical, glowering face, rian wants to say something like: are you okay ? or i really need you to not die, please be more careful; but the only thing he can say after glancing at the mess that is riley’s stitches is an incredulous, “ jesus christ, riley, have you been taking care of that at all ? ” / closed starter for @prkrc !
it was, perhaps, the one facet of being raised like he was that gelled with his self - destructive tendencies. parker doesn’t know how to take care of himself. he can throw together a few meals, keep himself clean, and fix his own leaking pipes, but there are far more basic concepts than those that he struggles to grasp. the enormous cut on the left side of his forehead spans from his hairline to just above his eyebrow. once it was sewn up and covered with a bandage, he figured that was it. sure, there was some prescription the doctor wrote for him that he never got filled, and there were those follow up appointments that he skipped out on to sleep in or to drink with mason or because he just didn’t feel like going. “i went to the hospital.” parker scowled so that he wouldn’t wince when he opened the door to his apartment and rian, of all people, instantly began to fuss over him. “and everyone thought i was you until i opened my mouth.” he lifted a hand to the bandage, which by now looked more like a shred of gauze hanging from medical tape that was beginning to curl at the edges. he was planning to take it off when the cut beneath it stopped hurting, which hadn’t happened yet. “what the fuck are you doing here?” his gaze narrowed at rian as he scoffed. “all of that shit people say about twins being able to feel each other’s pain is fake and even if it wasn’t, my head injury wasn’t severe enough to trick me into thinking that i wanted to talk to you.”
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