Yeah, Dads, I know I fucked up... (Tag notacargojet and doc-suresh)

[breezy_playboy]

After Emma left, and the ibuprofen she'd given him had been in affect for awhile, he finally dragged himself downstairs and into the kitchen to scrounge up some breakfast, the bruises plastering his body in shock contrast to his pale skin. The pain of every movement was enough to tell him how stupid he'd been yesterday. Not that he needed it, with

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[doc_suresh]

Mohinder was in the kitchen making breakfast when Monty came in. He thinned his lips into a tight line, glancing at his youngest son's injuries and then flipping a pancake. "Monty...how are you feeling?"

He may have been proud that Monty stood up for his brother, but they all could have handled it better, including ninja boy.

[notacargojet]

Nathan walked into the kitchen and, as usual, went strait for the coffee pot, where, also as usual, there was already nice, hot, fresh coffee waiting for him. He poured a cup and took a long sip, sighing in pleasure before looking around the kitchen to see who else was there. "Morning," he said softly, his tone a bit distant.

[breezy_playboy]

He looked down at the mottled bruises on his chest and shrugged. "I'm fine, Papa," he muttered. He winced and looked down when Nathan came in; his father had scared him last night.

[doc_suresh]

"Good...breakfast is almost ready."

"Morning," he murmured to Nathan, giving him a kiss whether he wanted one or not.

He glanced at both of them and then went back to cooking, hoping that Nathan wasn't going to be mean to Monty. Everyone had had enough anger for a week.

[notacargojet]

He kissed Mohinder back softly and refilled his mug before going to the table and taking a seat. He kept quiet for a while, just nursing his coffee. Finally he spoke. "Anyone checked on Simon yet?" he asked.

[breezy_playboy]

Monty gulped. "Uh, Emma stopped by a little bit ago. Said he was still sleeping." He still couldn't meet Nathan's eyes.

[doc_suresh]

"Yes she brought them both coffee, I thought that was nice." He plated some pancakes and bacon, bringing it to Nathan. Butter and syrup were already laid out on the table, along with orange juice. Mohinder fixed the next batch for Monty and set it on the table.

"I peeked my head in earlier as well. He wouldn't answer me."

[notacargojet]

"Hm." He sipped his coffee again, then set the mug down and pulled his plate closer. He took a bite of pancakes, chewing thoughtfully. He really had no idea how to handle this. He wasn't good with emotional hurts. Mohinder was, but, well, it was obvious that Simon didn't want to see him. "Have either of you tried to apologize to him?"

[breezy_playboy]

Monty wrapped his arms around his chest. "I... no," he muttered. What was the point? Simon never believed him when he apologized for the little shit, and this? He was just going to hate him, forever.

[doc_suresh]

"I've said that I'm sorry but he wasn't ready to hear it." Mohinder fixed a plate for himself and sat down across from Nathan, next to Monty. "I want to apologize. We both need to. I hope he will understand we were just looking out for him."

He took a small, thoughtful bite of food, feeling guilty.

[notacargojet]

He nodded. At least Mohinder had tried. He scratched his forehead, staring at nothing. What the hell could they do to make Simon feel better? A soft, helpless sigh escaped him.

[breezy_playboy]

Monty shifted uneasily in his seat. God, he hated feeling guilty. Damn Ethan anyway. It was all his fault for being just like him. He scowled at his plate.

[doc_suresh]

Mohinder looked at them. Gods, he needed to cheer his family up.

"So uh...heh...how about those molecular biologists. Do you think they wear designer genes?"

Crickets.

"...You know. Genes as in genetic code..."

Crickets.

"...I have been having a lousy summer from the start. My DNA almost drowned in it's gene pool!"

......

Alright, jokes he tells his classes clearly were not going to work.

[notacargojet]

"Mohinder," Nathan sighed, glancing at him. He broke off when Simon walked into the room, not making eye contact with anyone. He just moved past them and took a water bottle from the fridge and an apple from the bowl on the counter. He was dressed impeccably in his normal suit and tie combination, not a hair out of place. His face was expressionless.

"Simon," he said, but the boy just went out, the front door shutting behind him.

[breezy_playboy]

Monty cringed back from his brother's presence, trying to sink into his chair, anything to avoid being noticed. Luckily, it didn't seem to be needed. He bit his lip, staring at the door where Simon had been. He'd broken him. He'd taken his brother's soul and he'd shattered it to pieces. He angrily blinked back the tears trying to form in his eyes.

[doc_suresh]

Mohinder rubbed his eyes roughly and then got up, putting his dish in the sink. He wasn't hungry anymore.