his sisters finding him in that apartment, had been somewhat of a blessing, at least in raphael’s eyes it was. they’d never tell him that they were actually searching for him and didn’t happen by. without them though, he would’ve ended up another junkie statistic. IN LAYMANS TERMS they had saved his life. despite the rest of his family disowning him, they fronted but believed he was worth of love and being a part of the colt family.
[ text message from hannah ]: could you pick up milk on your way home? [ text message to hannah ]: yes ma’am
and so here he was carrying a gallon of milk into the house, his boots carry him over the threshold of the front door, “honeys m’home!” raphael calls out with only giggles and muffled talking as his response. he shrugs with a GENTLE smile and makes his way into the kitchen to slot the milk away. calloused fingers grab a root beer, popping it open with his ring moving to stand in the doorway, immediately his eyes landed on an unfamiliar form. hannah doesn’t move from his position but shifts to look from raphael to nida, “oh this is my brother raphael, raphael this is nida.” the older man simply gives a gentle wave, before taking a drink from the bottle in his hand.
