Jan 21, 2021 3:03 PM
sean struggles to live, desmond choses to forget
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Daisy giggles, and takes the mug. "All right, I'll let it slide. Other one for Sean?"

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"Yeah. How long has he been up?"

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"He was here when I unlocked the place. He might not be sleeping again."

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"And he tells me off for not taking care of myself," Desmond grumbles. 

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"Older sibling prerogative, squirt." 

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Desmond blows a raspberry. "Dumb."

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Daisy laughs, and waves him off. "We open in an hour, I don't wanna see your illegal ass down here." 

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"Ma'am!" Desmond says, saluting her as he heads into the back.

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He can't hear anything being moved in the back room, and so, out of old, ingrained habit, he moves into the shadows and sneaks quietly until he can see his brother. 

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Sean is leaning against a shelf, completely still. There's a half unpacked box beside him. He has deep bags under his eyes. 

His knuckles are white where he is gripping the shelf. 

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Desmond scuffs his foot on the ground twice.

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Sean shakes himself, coughing, and then gets back to unpacking the box. 

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Once Desmond can see Sean's shoulders loosen a little, he steps out. "Hey."

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"Hey. You're up earlier than usual." 

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He leaves the coffee near Sean's hand, and sits on another box nearby. "Yeah, got woken by a call. They don't need me to stock tonight."

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"Right." Sean hasn't believed that cover story, but they've had the argument so many times that he just lets it drop. "Thanks," he says, taking a sip of coffee.

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"Sure." Desmond lets a silence hang between them, and tries not to long for the days when he used to want Sean to stop talking. "Daisy said you were here before her."

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"Couldn't sleep. Figured I'd get a head start on the deliveries."

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"You could wake me. Take the bed. Gotta be more comfy than your floor mattress."

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"It's not the bed. And you need sleep."

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"Not anymore than you do."

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"My job is way less stressful than yours is."

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"Not everything has to be a pissing contest." 

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"What the fuck are you talking about?"

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Desmond doesn't even know where his anger sprang from, though he suspects it's always there, simmering, and has been since his brother started looking like life was continually punching his face. 

"It's- whatever. Sorry." 

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