Tringham Brothers: Masters of being stupid
Characters: Russel Tringham, Fletcher Tringham
Location: The hotel they have fled to like cowards
Time: 2 AM
Content: Russel has trauma.
Warnings: Brother stupidity
Fletcher felt immensely grateful that he and Russel had been invited along, even if it was just because Russel and Nunnally had made friends while in the Brotherhood together. The Institute was a nice place, for sure, but right now... well, they would go back once they were sure it was all clear, and see where things went from there. For now they were sharing a suite at a fancy-pants hotel together; there was only one bed, but it was a king-sized one, large enough for the both of them even if Fletcher didn't make a point of clinging to Russel when they slept.
Right now, he wasn't clinging; somehow, in the course of sleeping, he'd managed to curl up on his own, taking half the blankets with him. Still, he was awakened by the sensation of the bed twitching underneath him and the sound of his brother... whimpering? Fletcher's eyes blinked open, and in the faint moonlight it took them a moment to focus. "Brother...?" He pushed himself up so he was sitting, and leaned over his brother, a hand on his shoulder. "Brother, wake up..."
Location: The hotel they have fled to like cowards
Time: 2 AM
Content: Russel has trauma.
Warnings: Brother stupidity
Fletcher felt immensely grateful that he and Russel had been invited along, even if it was just because Russel and Nunnally had made friends while in the Brotherhood together. The Institute was a nice place, for sure, but right now... well, they would go back once they were sure it was all clear, and see where things went from there. For now they were sharing a suite at a fancy-pants hotel together; there was only one bed, but it was a king-sized one, large enough for the both of them even if Fletcher didn't make a point of clinging to Russel when they slept.
Right now, he wasn't clinging; somehow, in the course of sleeping, he'd managed to curl up on his own, taking half the blankets with him. Still, he was awakened by the sensation of the bed twitching underneath him and the sound of his brother... whimpering? Fletcher's eyes blinked open, and in the faint moonlight it took them a moment to focus. "Brother...?" He pushed himself up so he was sitting, and leaned over his brother, a hand on his shoulder. "Brother, wake up..."