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.