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Ian winced as he walked into Aren’s apartment, his face a little flushed from the fever he was definitely running now. “Leg got cut… I’m fine…” it was clear he would be stubborn about admitting his was hurt or sick. “I can read…. Just not well…” He muttered...while he could recognize street names now and thing like that… reading a book would be a nightmare for him.

“So is your new room mate the one on the couch?” Ian asked leaning against Aren’s counter, taking some weight off his injured leg, that was still wrapped with spare cloth around his pant leg where it had torn into his skin.

It wasn't long till the sun hit Tristan’s face and like a switch had been flipped his blue eyes blinked open… the sounds of his brothers voice tickled hsi mind… wait.. His brother!” Shooting up Tritan scrambled to get off the bed, letting his blanket fall off his shoulders and the book form Aren flopped onto the soft material as Tristan bolted out of the bedroom and all but tackled Ian against the counter. The ginger man letting out a ‘oof’ sound as he wrapped his arms around his brother.

Tristan didn’t notice the wince of pain on his brothers face when weight was put on Ian’t injured leg and the ginger man pressed himself more against the counter he had been leaning again. “H-Hey t-there Pup….ah...good sleep?” Only if someone was listening closely they would hear the pain in Ian’s voice. The ginger man was rarely injured or sick… other then the fevers from a few spores… but by now everyone's had at least one fever from the spores.

Tristan didn’t answer, just hugged Ian tighter, a freckled hand stroked blonde curls to try and sooth his baby brother. While Tristan rarely talked about them, sometimes he had nightmares about being abandoned by Ian...being left alone in the outside world with no food, cloths or shelter…. Or being dropped off at a military ‘school’.... Separated from his only living family.

Careful of his leg, Ian wrapped his arm fully around his little brother and hugged the boy tightly. “It’s ok Tris… I’m here… I won’t leave you….I’m still alive.” the words where familiar and warm, words he had repeated to Tristan many a times to sooth the young boy when he had to go out daily.