I'm Not Good at These Words, But... (tag still-soserious)

[breezy_playboy]

It had been a few days since the big fight. Monty's bruises were turning yellow instead of purple. He figured... well, hoped... that enough time had passed that Simon would at least listen to him if he tried to talk. He slipped down the hall to his brother's room and knocked on the door.

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[still_soserious]

"Come in," he said. He was sitting at his desk with a textbook and his notes. The candy bouquet Ethan had sent him was on top of his dresser, missing just a couple of its "blossoms." He wasn't much of a candy eater, but he did appreciate the sentiment. And it made him smile to see it. He looked up as Monty came in, then turned his attention back to his work.

[breezy_playboy]

He leaned against the doorframe, biting his lip anxiously. It took him a long moment to get up the nerve to say it. He'd never been good at apologies. "Simon, I... I'm sorry about everything."

[still_soserious]

Simon shrugged slightly, his eyes still on his textbook. Things were getting better. Ethan still wanted to see him, and Dad was okay with it all. But he still wasn't happy with his family and what they'd done to him.

[breezy_playboy]

He crossed his arms over his chest. "Papa... Papa said he was using a power to manipulate you. I... I wasn't going to let anyone do that. If Papa was wrong, I really am sorry."