#i sorta

itz me and lenz stupid birthday today i stupid guess. guess who'z 15 now i guess.

          if he were more in control of his faculties, the younger of the two would complain that connor insisted on looking after him. he... wants to be alone. for the first time in a long time, richard just wanted space and some quiet. though, he knew that the second he got said quiet, he’d breakdown. so... it’s a toss up really.

          he’s sat on his own sofa, watching the tv just over connor’s shoulder as it plays through some awful romcom that the cop has to say he loves, while the elder brother is crouched in front of him, wrapping fresh bandages over gauze pad and around his forearm. details were fuzzy - as much is obvious as far as the gash in his temple goes. still, richard is aware of himself enough to notice when his brother shifts about the room to go and find the younger a blanket to put over his shoulders. 

          voice is small, gaze far away as richard speaks. there’s only the two of them, a building headache he knew would last for a few days and four cats dotted around the room. everything but the muted tv stills for a moment as hand finds his brother’s, holding tight as he forces himself to focus. apology is attempted, at least. voice slurring slightly as focus sways from his goal somewhat. “con... i’m--sorry...”