Re: [Club: Hannah and Caspar]
Acknowledgement was all that he needed, or so he thought. Something reptilian and pleased spiked his veins, to know that he was right, but the mystery of it all remained and he'd always been more prone to throwing a jigsaw puzzle than solving it. In that sense, he was as much his father as he was his brother as he was his very blood. He would have been horrified by the worry in her, perhaps offended or empowered by it, but as usual, he was in the most crucial moment, too buzzed to be anything but hazy on the details. "You're... dead." Marcus too. Even with how fucked up he'd been over the last few years, Caspar knew that.
There was something to be said for genetics, right? Because he looked a little like Marcus. A younger, more handsome version, in Caspar's opinion, but the family likeness was there. It all came from the father, right? And, just as the patriarch had been a terrible and violent man, maybe Caspar had a little of that too. It wasn't something that he acknowledged, he didn't want to, but it had a shine in the eyes when she looked at him, when she said his name.
"What the fuck, Amy..." His voice fell low, something not to be shared with everybody else around them. Then, his eyes narrowed. "Did my father put you up to this?" It was just twisted enough to be from his wheelhouse.