Who: Teague and Miniver What: Bein' emo Where: Their 'castle', rural central England When: Tonight Warnings: Emo, booze, emo, swearing.
Teague had dragged his brother out of hiding. It was tough for him to bring himself out as well. It had been a hectic month and a half, what with his son aging twenty and a half years suddenly before his real son was back, and his worries about being a good enough father. He saw how Cassidy acted, how so many of his own flaws were mirrored and magnified in his boy. He'd gotten worse, too, just by noticing it. Not just his Groups of Three patterning had flared up, but so did his long-dormant nervous picking at his skin.
He'd been drinking a lot more, too.
He decided it was time for a change of scenery once he realized he'd had a lot to talk through and a lot to cry over. He talked his brother into going to the castle with him before allergy season reared its ugly head. And that was where they were. Teague had already set up the tent, and they'd already started the fire, and that was where the younger man sat, staring at the flames.
"Where did I go wrong?" He murmured, looking haunted.