To Kill a Puck, confab time

[raith_rogue]

Thomas parked his car in an empty space along the curb just down the street from Harry's place, and headed off to meet his brother as requested. He knew it was about Robin, though nothing more specific than that, and he was just a little bit anxious, in case Harry had bad news. Harry often seemed to have bad news, generally of the giant sharp teeth and claws variety, but Thomas already knew this problem involved that variety of bad news, so at least it wouldn't be much different from now.

He jogged down the steps to Harry's basement apartment, pulling out the pendant Harry had given him to disarm the wards, then knocking once before he opened the door. "Harry?" he called as he turned to shove the door firmly closed behind him.

Comments

[raith_rogue]

"Harry, if there's a chance I could...could control it, choose when I feed and when it's just me in charge?" He looked away for a moment, swallowing, and when he looked back his voice was rough and he must have gotten a bit of dust in his eye. "Then I'm willing to take a chance."

[forzare.livejournal.com]

Harry swallowed, because, yeah--that was what he wanted. He wanted to help Thomas--help his brother--with the thing he hated most.

Feeling the weight of the moment, he crossed the room carrying the bracelet and used it to smack Thomas across the chest, in unspoken offer. "...I should probably warn you there's a chance it might not work," he added. "It might, you know. Explode."

[raith_rogue]

Thomas grabbed the bracelet as it rebounded off his chest, hesitating at Harry's warning before shoving it into his pocket. "Gee, thanks. Something to look forward to," he said dryly.

[forzare.livejournal.com]

"Welcome," Harry replied cheerfully. "Now put it back on so I can finish up?"

[raith_rogue]

Thomas made a face and dug it out of his pocket again. "You're not done?" he whined, wrapping it around his wrist again with a sulky look, though he was secretly glad to leave the emotionally heavy moment behind so easily.