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[idyllsend]

CHARACTERS: Hector (idyllsend) & Paris (backpackboy)
DATE/TIME: March 1, around noon
LOCATION: Some Manhattan restaurant
RATING: Tame, so PG
WARNINGS: Much confusion and wth-ing.
SUMMARY: Two brothers finally meet -- but one doesn't know himself.

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[backpackboy]

Things like doubt and nervousness were things Paris rarely experienced. He had always been self-assured, though truth to be told he had never been in the position that he was currently in. Admittedly, when he had first shown his face Troilus had identified him before things got too awkward, and that was quite the icebreaker. He didn't want to break the other mans' brain but he had a feeling if this wasn't handled delicately than he just might. The sheer awkwardness of the situation was enough to make even his confidence shake slightly.

Paris may not have grown up around his siblings, being born with the omen that he would be the downfall of Troy and all, yet he still felt a not inconsiderable amount of love and protectiveness towards them. He may not have been the oldest, but he was their undoing and because of that he felt as though he had to make amends. He'd felt like that for quite a long time, even though he knew none of them felt the same.

The place where he had asked Hector to meet him was one of his favorite places in the city, and he wasn't kidding when he said they served really good burgers. He stood out front, glancing toward the subway station as he ignored the occasional passer-by staring at him. He was used to it, but this was neither the time nor the place for casual flirting. Not when he was waiting on his brother.

[idyllsend]

Vincent eventually spotted the younger boy through the light throng of passersby and waited until their eyes met before giving him an upward nod in greeting. It was less strange than waving, which he fortunately happened to do more than hugging. The sight of Paris relieved him slightly, because no-shows were extremely annoying, and he needed this more than he'd admit.

Maybe less so than yesterday, but still that question remained: how could he be someone he wasn't?

Paris, hopefully, would be able to tell him.

[backpackboy]

Brooklyn nodded slightly in return when he noticed Vincent giving a similar nod in his direction. He had started to feel silly standing around outside NY Burger Co looking around like he was some sort of creeper, but these were the things people did when they genuinely wanted to connect, or in this case reconnect, with someone. He should have ask Vincent what he looked like, but at least things had worked out for the best regardless.

Worry over how things might go, and how much they could discuss publicly, suddenly gripped him.

What if after everything Vincent didn't believe him?

[idyllsend]

In Vincent's defense, the idea of past lives and reincarnation wasn't something that could be easily accepted by anyone whose religion didn't believe in such a thing. As a non-religious man who was skeptical about the supernatural, superstitions, and the prospect of former lives, he was sure whatever Paris had to say would probably shock him more than Troilus' frenzied babbling, now that it could be said face to face.

He didn't want to accept anything just yet, and hoped the blonde boy wouldn't expect him to.

"I'm not sure how else to do this," the ex-soldier admitted once he'd come to a stop before his 'brother'. A hand slipped out of his coat pocket for Paris to shake. No hugging -- not today. It was too weird today.

[backpackboy]

Brooklyn himself hadn't wanted to believe that he was once someone else, but the dreams and remembrances had convinced him. Once he started down the path to believing it became easy enough to allow himself to give in, even if sometimes he wondered if his family would ever accept him again. Even though what he did wasn't as bad as what Helenus had done he still felt a disconnect with the others no matter how he tried.

He stood there with an understanding of how tough this could all be, hoping if anything he came out of it with a new friend if not a brother.

"Just do whatever feels right, nobody's judging you here," the self-proclaimed talent scout responded with a shrug. Shaking the hand that Hector offered, he grinned slightly. "Come on, we've got a reservation." He led the way inside, giving his name to the hostess.