Maxxie: thoughtfulMature

There's probably a more sensitive way I could have put it, but to be honest, I can't think of one, and I've learnt that you can't really dodge around stuff with Cay. Things go a lot faster if you just come straight out with it.

He begins to look half-heartedly for the shirt, while muttering: "Hadley... We don't get along anymore."

"I guessed. Who is he?"

"He's... He's my baby brother." Getting up, I wander over to where Cay is and take the shirts from his hand, dumping them back on the pile. I pull him back over to the bed where I was sitting and tug him down onto the mattress so he's sat next to me.

"Why'd you fall out?" I ask gently, though I can already guess the answer.

"You can't guess?" he asks and I shrug slightly.

"It might have been something else."

"Heh, I wish. We argued when I came out and it's just gradually gotten worse."

"Why's he so against it if your parents are so accepting?" I wonder aloud, not meaning the question to slip out. He just shrugs. I slip an arm around him and kiss him on the cheek.

"My mum's the same, really. My granddad is amazing, really accepting of it and everything, but he managed to raise a daughter without passing on that amazingness," I sigh.

"The thing with Hadley, though... He's not afraid to get violent about it." My stomach sinks a little and I swallow.

"You could set Alex on him," I laugh weakly, silently hoping that Hadley wouldn't be there when I meet his ‘rents.

"Trust me, Alex wouldn't even stand a chance." A statement like that brings me to the conclusion that his brother can only be a psychotic asshole with absolutely no fear for his own life. Alex is the kinda guy who surprises you by turning down professional fighting to instead go with cage fighting in underground clubs because "professional fighting is for fucking wimps".

"...I better not be meeting this guy," I mutter.

"I'll do my best. He's nineteen now so he shouldn't be home much anyway but still..." I grunt an "mm", thankful that I don't have to put up with violent shit from my family, even if I was pretty much disowned. I fall silent after that, kinda just thinking about family and how things might have been different; I don't mean to slink off into my own little world, but as Cayden slides an arm around my waist, I realise I'd probably been lost in thought for a good few minutes. I lean into him, trying to think of something to say, but the words don't come and I guess I must still look thoughtful, because after a moment, Cay asks me, "What's on your mind?"

"Just wondering how life might have gone if my parents were like yours, or if my brother hadn't been still-born," I smile slightly. Don't look so shocked.


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