Holden Weisz || Bubastis (tell_basta) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2011-03-05 23:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | bubastis, ozymandias |
Who: The Weisz Brothers
What: A lunch meeting.
When: After this
Where: A nice little sushi restaurant.
Warnings: Arguing siblings?
Lunch with Hayden could only ever be awkward. There were no two ways at looking at it.
Sure, the boys got along. Always had. But that didn’t do anything for the elephant in the room. The inevitable argument they always had, where Hayden tried to convince his older brother to get out from behind the shadows of his restaurant and his books and make a difference in a world that couldn’t bother to fix itself. And Holden would tell him again that there were better ways to go about it, that he could go back to throwing his money around at every humanitarian effort that came his way instead of running around in a mask, asking to get himself killed. And then they’d share an awkward silence, comment on the weather, and then things would get back to normal for a while. It was a scene Holden was getting tired of playing out, knowing full well that neither of them was going to budge an inch.
Still. It was a brother thing. He arrived at the restaurant a little less than ten minutes early (always a punctual sort) and gave the maitre’d his name; he was ushered over to a prime table set low to the ground, a pot of tea sending curls of steam off into the air. Holden settled down and poured himself a cup, watching the rest of the patrons as he waited for his brother to arrive.