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Wyatt: You’re not staying here again tonight-.. in fact, I don’t even want you in this country.
Kian: Wha-…
[Kian spluttered over his tea for a moment before regaining his composure and setting it down]
Kian: What on earth do you expect me to do?
Wyatt: I really don’t care-.. whatever you were doing before you arrived?
Kian: Well, I spent most of my probation languishing at the penthouse, but it didn’t feel right.
[Wyatt squinted, perhaps Kian had learned something-..]
Kian: You know, like it wouldn’t be the same until we got everyone back together-.. eh, almost everyone.
Wyatt: [scoffs] That’s what you want to do?
Kian: Don’t you?
Wyatt: All that time wasting away in prison and you want to jump straight back into the lifestyle that led you there?
Kian: We would’ve been just fine if it weren’t for that traitorous redhead…
[Kian trailed off and held Wyatt’s gaze expectantly, as though it were a given that his brother would agree. Wyatt wondered if Kian had conveniently forgotten his own involvement in the downfall of their father-.. and Ashton’s, not that he really knew about that part, or whether he was too brain dead to have noticed amongst the chaos]
Kian: Aren’t you tired of playing house out here? It’s all but forgotten, we could go back and-…
Wyatt: You are not my family.
Kian: But we’re brothers-.. you’re literally the only family I’ve got left.
[Wyatt laughed dismissively; he could’ve vomited at the sight of Kian’s hurt expression]
Wyatt: If you’re suddenly so compelled to act like my brother, then leave-.. get as far away from here as possible and don’t come back, and don’t you dare mention my whereabouts to anyone who bothers asking.
Kian: Where do you suppose I ought to go from here then?
Wyatt: Really? You finally have complete freedom and you’re asking me what to do with your life? Honestly, I’d love to suggest suicide but I doubt you’d have the wherewithal, nor the guts.
Kian: There’s no need for that, my god-.. what’s the matter with you? Father would-…
Wyatt: Father this, father that, he’s been dead for over a decade, Kian; get over it or go and fucking join him.
[Kian scoffed, shaking his head with such similar derision to their father that Wyatt wanted to choke him senseless]
Kian: I should’ve expected no less than your typical hostility-.. ten years and you haven’t changed a bit.
Wyatt: That makes two of us.
Kian: I suppose I’ll be the bigger man as usual and do as you’ve asked, shall I?
Wyatt: [tightly] Mhm, do that.
Kian: It’s a good job I didn’t finish unpacking.
Wyatt: Perhaps you aren’t completely lacking in forethought after all.
[Wyatt clenched his fist around the handle of his mug, fighting the urge to launch it at his brother’s giant, disgusting head-.. he definitely wasn’t worth the mess though, and the tea within was nowhere near hot enough to cause satisfactory damage]
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