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Anguish and frustration battled for domination then, the emotions playing across his face as he shook his head minutely, wishing that he had more control over his mind and body at this moment, but he was simply in too much excruciating pain. Part of him wanted to tell his brother everything, to tell him how his father had hurt him, how Cam’s absence had robbed him of his only friend…but that would have meant hurting his brother, and destroying the good image the other male had of their father. And the pity…he didn’t think he could cope with the pity that he would see in his brothers’ eyes at the confession.

        "Thankyou." Thanking his brother for trusting him? Maybe it seemed weird but Camden needed to hear it. Needed to hear that after all this time there was still some hope of a relationship between them. That there was something to be salvaged even if he had been dead and Isaac was appearing to die. "I missed you too, so much." Even though there was a smile on his face, he wasn't feeling anything of the like inside. His grip tightened a little more on his brother's fingers, sharp blue eyes trying to work out what he was trying to say but other than flinching away from him and yet saying he trusted him? He knew it was not wise too listen too closely since Isaac had no idea what he was saying.         Proven further by the rest of his words. "Isaac? Dad hurts..? Isaac, you know dad doesn't hurt anymore, he's.. well he's..." He couldn't say it, Camden actually couldn't get the words out and then Isaac's lids closed and his brother slipped back into the realm of sleep with a calm heartbeat. Camden watched him for a while, just watching the rise and fall of his chest and the softness of his breath. Alive but hurting. Camden lasted a little while before leaning back in his seat.          Then the tears came and building and spilling over, tracing uneven paths over Camden's face. His shoulders shook, forcing himself to be quiet, a hand rising to his mouth to catch any sounds of distress. All those times he had thought he was protecting people and this is what he came back to. He wasn't sure how long he sat there, the distress rolling out of him in fat tears but eventually the flow slowed and he was able to swallow down his emotions and tuck himself into the chair to once again wait for his baby brother to wake once more.

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It was then that Isaac became aware of just how much Camden didn’t know; how much had happened in his absence. For one thing, Isaac had grown up and was no longer his scrawny, pale little brother, shadowing his every move and idolising him to the point of obsession. Upon being told that his favourite person in the world had died, Isaac had retreated into himself, cutting himself off from the few friends he’d had and focused solely on himself. Before long, of course, it became a fight for survival and perfecting the art of covering his injuries and the lies that followed. And on top of that, there was the recent revelations of everything that occurred in Beacon Hills, as well as Isaac’s recent status as a newly turned werewolf. And Allison.

        He'd come back to a world tipped upside down and twisted around until there was nothing left to recognise. On the plane home the soldier had feared that he would be the one that didn't fit, that he would be the one to stand out and cause the confusion and the pain but slowly he say that it was useless to think such things because the home he had come back to was long gone. It was leaving a hollowness within his chest that he had no idea how to fill and the worst moment was when Isaac flinched so violently at his touch.         Camden didn't mean any harm and it broke his heart to see his brother like this, tearing down the walls of self control he had so careful built on the decade long flight home. "I'm not going to hurt you," he murmured, a sad smile taking place as he sank back into the chair. He'd left him though and that must have hurt. He'd died and that would have topped the lot. In fact Camden had already hurt Isaac and his words were useless, never mind the images he knew were painted of the war.         "Stiles? Isaac whose Stiles... did he do this to you?" Camden leaned forward, his tone changing to spmething more formal born of a soldier trained in extraction before he realised and was quick to change it. He didn't understand what Isaac was trying to say but he was trying to. He wanted to know everything, wanted to understand what had put his brother here and why he looked so haunted. "Isaac... maybe you should rest some more? We have all the time in the world to talk."

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   ”Oh yes, Isaac and I have been dating for awhile now, my bed is always warm with him.” Derek smirked, tongue running along his lips. He could have a bit of fun, teasing the male. “He has a pretty firm grip..” He chuckled, arms crossed along his chest. His chin held high, cocky grin. “Well now he is unique, and..” Shit how does one explain this? “Your brother..” Hmm.. “I really think we should sit down and get that burger..” He sighed, hands running along his face. Yes okay he was hungry and his stomach kept growling; which was kind of embarrassing. But he had no idea how to explain this or how Isaac was going to live. 

        "Dude, dude I don't wanna know." If Derek and his brother really were... together, he didn't need to know all the details about what his brother was like in bed. That, nope not even a war could prepare him to hear information like that. He shook his head quickly and wrinkled his nose before frowning. "Have you any idea how creepy you sound calling my sixteen year old brother unique?" It brought the twitch of a smile though, a semblance of relaxation before he frowned. "You're like a dog with a bone about that burger," he muttered and yet there was confusion. Isaac was lying seriously injured in hospital and Derek wanted to keep him away for longer?         What if he died, or worse what if something happened and someone else signed off on it and killed his brother or refused him revival. Then he heard Derek's stomach and it made him smirk a little. "You want to what, get me drunk? Don't you know it's a bad idea to get recently returned soldier's drunk because half the time they get confused, think they're still fighting for their life and end up shooting someone?" No, of course Derek wouldn't know assuming he had no military background of any sort and he frowned once more, having to take a few steps away to avoid a puddle.           "First you threaten to break my legs and now you want to give me counselling?" Maybe they should stop for a burger just to get this guy to stop going on and on.

     ”Yeah, I do.”            He should be somewhat static for his beta. Older dead brother comes home? No Scotts hellah confused.                  ”They said you died, he said you were dead. But how —- are you alive?”

          He could only suspect that 'presumed dead' had translated down the line as fully dead and thus many were treating Camden like a ghost. His only hope being that Isaac was a little more willing to believe that he was alive.                "Yeah it's--... a long story. Isaac... how do you know him? School?"

     Eric couldn’t help the relief he felt upon seeing the smile ease it’s way across Camden’s features, a sign that he was at least alright. It didn’t stop the concern worming it’s way in his stomach, and the many flickers of doubt about this entire situation. But there was no denying, the more he looked at the man in front of him, the more he took in the little mannerisms and subtle body language…it was Camden. When you spent as long with somebody as he had with Camden and the rest of his squadron…You just learned it. Read signs that others would probably miss, learned to trust your instincts when it came to them.

        You learned things, over time. Living that close, that secure with people you began to learn and memories their quirks and marks and things that made them... well, them. Camden had long since began to forget those things thought. With each beating there was another piece of him stripped away. With each fight there was another part pulverised from existence. With each violation of his body and soul came broke another memory from his mind. What he soldier had clung to was so faded, so dormant he didn't think there was much left of himself to be recognised. But Parrish did.         Parrish seemed to recognise him deeper than his face and watching him was like drinking from a stream after months of being parched. His face, his eyes, the way he moved and even the way he spoke was all reminding Camden of times they had had together, things he knew but had forgotten. Not that he would mention it of course, he didn't want to get into anything too deep and Parrish's words were enough to bring a smile back onto his face and re-take those distancing steps because no, they weren't strangers.         "You know me, always trying to get out of the heavy lifting." A joke, he was joking. He didn't ever want anyone to think he'd hand a hand in his disappearance or apparent death. Now that they were face to face however, Camden realised that he may not have been the only one to die that day. It had been a big explosion and he knew himself that losing a team mate was... a pain you couldn't breathe through. "I uhm... it's been..." A long time, how was that hard to say? Talk, say anything, don't leave the silence to build.         "I missed you. All of you. I wasn't... really expecting to see you here actually so I'm a little... thrown? It's good to see you though I mean, I always worried you wouldn't make it home.."