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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

[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.