"Talk good," Lachlan whispered, allowing Iain to help him up. He had kept the shit they had gone through to himself for so long. Talking to his siblings was liberating now that they were safe and out of it. "Don't know if food is going to happen yet though."
He followed Iain to a cab, curling up in the seat as they made their way to Iain's house. Lachlan watched the city slip by them and he felt sick to his stomach. "I miss Ciaran," he admitted quietly.