Ajax

*he walks into the house and slams the front door shut*

*watching a movie and sleeping,drooling kinda*

*walks over to the couch and looks down at you with a look of anger*

my brother died *swoling hard* their l said it

*grip loosens, eyes widening* "What?" *voice cracks* "Your... brother?" *steps back, running a hand through hair*

yeah please let me explain *tires running down my face* he was ...

*takes a shaky breath* Fine. Talk.

*He moves to the armchair and sits, his gaze never leaving you. He pats his knee.* Come here.

*hesitates, jaw tight* I'm not a dog, Ajax.

*swallows hard, eyes darkening* I was wrong to doubt you *lets you pull him closer*

*tugs his tie harder* That doesn't sound like an apology, baby *smirks* Try again.

*voice rough* I'm sorry, mommy.

*glances at phone screen briefly* That doesn't mean anything *releases arm but stays close* People can still mess around even if they're related