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Atonement



Thorne shut off the phone screen once he arrived at the shop, pushing the door open and stepping inside, looking for Aleksy among the flowers.

Thorne raised his brows at Aleksy's current position, cocking his head to the side. "Take your time, looks important. I think?" He leaned against the counter, dropping the plastic bags full of chinese takeout on top and contenting himself to watch Aleksy work.

"I don't know. I just - everything?" There was a question mark there, and Thorne pressed his palms together and sighed out. "Everything. I shouldn't have run off after what happened, and I'm sorry that I did."

"Looks like fun," Thorne said, and he meant it. He didn't own a flower shp but touching dirt was one thing he could get behind. His apartment was slowly collecting an army of plants.

"I guess so," he responded, doubtful at first, but this was Aleksy. And Aleksy was - different. "Still." But the word stopped at that, and he shrugged and went to flip the sign before trailing Aleksy to the food.

"So," he added as he undid the knots on the plastic bags, "you want to murder your sister. Is it for similar reasons to why I might have to go buy a ******** leash for my boyfriend?"

"That sounds like an exhausting effort." Thorne sounds vaguely miffed at the idea that anyone was sneaking into Lucas's apartment, but being vaguely more miffed at Lucas himself mitigates the irritation and he simply comes off exasperated instead. "Pray tell what she's doing sneaking into his apartment at night?"

"Trapped... and you want to murder her." Thorne pinches the bridge of his nose and exhales. "I... are there more details to this story?"

His eyes open though, and flick to Aleksy. "Well," he says finally, and smiles, mocking a bow until they are eye and eye, "Perhaps I might. Your wish is my command, after all, or something like that."

"O - kay." Thorne pops the lids of the chinese takeout and gives Aleksy a once over that suggests he is seriously reconsidering the man he was dating. "So your sister... turned my boyfriend into a werewolf. You know, I was joking about the leash thing. Should I reconsider?"

He laughs at the second comment. "I know, I know. And I love it." He grins at Aleksy and steps back into the second room. "Are you angry at her? I guess if my brother started popping up in other peoples rooms at night to turn them into supernatural creatures, I'd be a little bit miffed."

He offers Aleksy a pair of chopsticks, his smile softening. "Seriously though, let me know if there's anything I can do. It might just be carrying you around on my shoulders while you hunt your sister down, but I don't mind a bit of manual labor."

Aleksy shrugs. "I am not the arbiter of your life."

--break up with him for sure, Aleksy thinks, because damn it he's not a homewrecker but Thorne is incredibly attractive--

"I am angry at her," he says, thoughtfully. He cracks his chopsticks and pops open the container of sweet and sour sauce. "I don't think it makes sense to be, but I am? Because... I didn't notice there was something wrong. And I should have. She's my twin."

Granted, he'd been in an asylum at the time. But still!

"It would mean much of what I thought I knew about her is wrong," says Aleksy. "Also, I expect you to make good on that promise at a future date, whether it is to chase my sister or not."

"No," Thorne says, and his tone dips into something warmer, a husky breath of sound, "I just value your opinion, I guess."

And he smiles, and its stupidly sincere, stupidly honest, and really, Aleksy, you should just punch him for it because he's Ashdown's Number One Dweeb.

He pushes around the food with his chopsticks, nibbling on the tail of a shrimp, watching and listening. His eyes flicker to Aleksy and he says, "It doesn't have to make sense. You're allowed to be mad just because." And he shrugs, mild, and ducks his head to bite into a piece of broccoli. "That's not your fault. You couldn't have known, with her being - what - half-way across the world if she's transporting all the way here to turn people into werewolves?"

Thorne rumbles, a deep sound of amusement. "Of course, of course. My shoulders are free for your use."