“I figured they would. That Vallis fuck dumped him on their doorstep apparently. Shan doesn’t know if he’ll ever come back for him.” He didn’t really get how the whole thing worked….sires and children and whatever the fuck the rules were when it came to that weird relationship. It burned a bit to know that his brother had been in the mansion since their fight and hadn’t come to see him – Cal was struck with the sudden, final realization that this really was the final fight, the one there was no recovering from. Fuck. “I am, Jun,” he glanced over at her, that little smile at the edge of his lips, “I’m at the bottom of the fucking food chain, I get it. I’ve got no frame of reference for anything else and Shannon…he has no idea what it feels like to be me. He’s always been special, now he’s just….even more different.” He’d never had to be the weak one, he’d never be anyone’s meal ever again.
“Christ, sorry, fuck,” he cursed, realizing how horrible that must have sounded, “It’s just, seeing you or Eden or even Shannon, it makes me think of what things were like…” And that made him remember how fucking epically shit had fallen apart. It made living in denial incredibly hard. “Doesn’t mean it’s not good to see you or that I don’t like knowing that you’re doing alright.” He wasn’t suddenly heartless just because they’d ended so messily, he wanted her to know that. His leg stilled for a moment beneath her hand and, for a moment, he looks a little surprised at the hand that settles against his jaw. He didn’t honestly think she’d want to touch him after….everything. “I…” he looked like he wanted to say something, but words were clearly failing him, “I want you to be ok too, Jun.” After a moment, he added quietly, “And I do miss you….just…uh…just so you know.”