[CLOSED] goodbye means nothing at all.

[chandler teague rowlf]

"She thinks you're cute." He mocked in a nasally voice, climbing into the truck with an unusual easiness. He was used to climbing into vehicles the size of tanks. Now getting him into a car might be funny. "You know I hate people. I don't give a care who they are. That's why it's your job to have the kids."

He buckled his seat, pulling out his phone to check his messages. He looked at the pictures, then deleted them soon after. He didn't need anyone else finding them and telling them girl he was after her.

[terance jayrod rowlf]

Terance shrugged. "was just telling you," He mumbled without looking over at him. "Maybe I don't want kids, maybe I'm perfectly fine alone. Not to mention having scars in places you don't want scars." He scowled faintly, pulling out smoothly and driving in utter silence towards the apartments.

He pulled into his spot, eying the motorcycle parked in front of it, and got out. Stopping by the bike, he unlatched that hitch, grabbing a bookbag from it before starting up the stairs and to his apartment, unlocking it and heading into the small area, tossing the bag on the couch. "Not much." He shrugged.

[chandler teague rowlf]

"This is a mansion compared to the nine by nine room I was in for seven years." He said, closing the door behind himself. He sat his hat down in the kitchen, untucking his shirt and his jacket. He started to undo the jacket, then pulled it off, laying it on the table. He walked back, running his hands slowly through his hair.

"I don't care if you don't want kids. I don't want people. I just want a niece. Or a nephew. Why would you deny me that?" He asked in a nasally, whiny voice. He sat down on the sofa stretching his long legs out.

[terance jayrod rowlf]

"I didn't say I would," He complained, realizing towards each other they had barely really even changed. "But that just narrows your chances more, finding a girl who wants kids just for her brother-in-law." He smirked, mixing up two drinks, and hand one to Chandler. "Here."

Slinking over to the sofa he sat down. "Stay as long as you want, or whatever. Come and go, I don't care. Not like anyone else will bother you."

[chandler teague rowlf]

"Okay, well I'm /sooooo/ sorry that girls who want to have kids for me to kidnap are hard to come by." He said sarcastically. He took the drink from him, mumbling a 'danke' before he took a sip. He leaned back, rubbing his leg gently. It was beginning to ache. It tended to, off and on. Being shot in the leg did that to you, he supposed.

"I have a hotel. I guess they're going to put me in housing or something soon. Get me a car." He shrugged, taking another sip of his drink. He pulled a notepad out of his pocket and a pen, scribbling down a bunch of numbers that looked like complete and utter nonsense.

"Go to the bank. Tell them you need that account." He said, handing him the paper. He started doing some math on the other page, trying o figure out about how much should be in there.

[terance jayrod rowlf]

"Why do I have to do the work for you to have a kid? You do the work," He complained. But it was only playful banter. Hell if it made Chandler happy or proud of him or something, he would go out and adopt right now.

He took a sip of his own drink, watching him with quiet interest, realizing he would never be able to make up those seven lost years when they were just growing up.
'I'll be back soon.' He bit his lip, slowly lowering his gaze to stare at the floor, finally pulled his shirt off to reveal his burn scarred chest, the burns getting worse over his stomach and down where they trailed further still into his jeans, all the way to his thighs. But that half couldn't be seen.

He got up silently, grabbing a folded shirt off the back of a chair, but paused in putting on when Chan held out the paper. He took it, setting aside. "I will at some point.." He mumbled.

[chandler teague rowlf]

"I will do half the work, okay? I'll do the spoiling and the bathing and the dressing and the feeding." He said with a smile. That was over half the work, doing all that may as well qualify the kid as his own. But he didn't want to have his own kid. He didn't have anyone to have a kid with, and he didn't want anyone.

"Okay, as long as you do it." He said, paying little attention to his brother's burns. He was still his brother as far as Chandler was concerned. And nothing would change that. He finished off his drink, then looked down thoughtfully into the empty glass.

"You know you're always going to be my little brother, and I'm always going to be proud of you, no matter what it is you do." He looked over at him. "Even if you don't have any little blood sucking leaches."

[terance jayrod rowlf]

Terance nodded, eying the paper a moment longer before pulling on the clean shirt, uncomfortable standing there even if it was his own brother not carinf what he looked like. He still felt exposed. He always did now. Like someone was always watching.

He scoffed at the next words. "Yeah, be proud of someone who for seven years threw their education and dreams away to help someone not wanting help, and now manages a clothing store department. Whoop-dee-fucking-doo." He shrugged somewhat indifferently, finishing off his drink. "I...don't care if you're proud of me for the things that happened while you were gone Chandler, okay? Days and nights by the phone and mailbox...dad told me to give up. I did..I stopped waiting. Doesn't mean I stopped hoping." He chewed on his lip, smiled just slightly. "Just another game of chance, huh? Finally got a lucky hand. Now let's see how long we can keep it."

[chandler teague rowlf]

"I give up, too. It wasn't just you who got disappointed when the phone would ring and it wasn't your brother on the other end. When the mail would come and all the addresses weren't that one on your mailbox back home. Yeah, I get it. But you could have killed yourself over what dad did. And you didn't. I'm proud of you regardless." He sat the glass down, rubbing at his eyes.

"I got shot. In the leg. I was alone, there wasn't a medic anywhere. I had to dig it out with my pocket knife and clean it with vodka. I did that because you need a brother with two legs. You're breathing. That's all I need to keep going, T." He said, looking back at him.

[terance jayrod rowlf]

Terance's jaw trembled. But he didn't dare cry, he reufsed to shed a single tear. "I'm sorry.." Was all he mumbled. "I'm sorry you never got m letters, I'm sorry you were alone okay? I'm sorry I didn't know 'soon' would be seven years away.. I sure waited though. That's all I ever wanted, was for you to be proud..you were my hero, my role model... But now hearing you say it doesn't feel so great.. Doesn't feel like I accomplished anything. I wasn't the one out there in the end." It was so damn confusing. He felt a tear roll down his cheek and absentlt brushed it away.