Cry

AN: 👁👁

”Hello darling.” Eve cooed sweetly. “Why’re you drinkin’ on me couch…” Broken’s tail lashed around on the floor. “Because I wanted to.” She shrugged. “That’s not a reason…” he huffed. Eve glanced around for a reason. “It’s 10 o’clock on a Tuesday night?” “You know how I feel about drinkin’.. ‘specially in me house…” Broken snatched up the bottles and put them back in the fridge. He’s not brave enough to pour Eve’s wine down the drain. Not again.

”Broken we weren’t done with that.” Remus sighed. “I don’t care, no drinkin’ in my house…!” He sounded… genuinely upset. “It’s late anyway, come to bed… not you Eve…” “shucks, I wanted to cuddle.” She said sarcastically. “Can we at least finish what we have?” Remus asked. “If you wanna…” Broken closed the fridge and sat smack between the two of them. He hummed happily, tossing the blanket over Broken’s legs and tucking him in. “‘M supposed to be intimidatin’ y’know…” he crossed his arms. Remus made kissy faces at him. “You’re very intimidating dear.”

The two of them talked and talked and talked, well after their cups were empty and Broken started snoring. “As much fun as this is, I really do need to be heading off to bed.” Remus pat Broken’s leg. “Come on, up to bed.” He sat up and looked around as if he hadn’t been dead asleep for an hour. “Huh.. where…?” He kissed his cheek, busy folding up the blanket. “Bedtime.”

Broken helped clean up the living room but damnit if he didn’t complain the whole time. He helped Remus upstairs and got changed into pyjamas. He couldn’t care less where Eve slept so long as he couldn’t see her. “Can you me one of your shirts?” Remus asked from the bed. He dug a t-shirt out of the closet and tossed it over his shoulder way harder than he meant to. It hit poor Remus right in the head and just about tipped him backwards. “Oh!”

”Sorry…” he turned around. “It’s alright, I’m ok.” Remus assured. Broken rubbed his face. “‘M sorry…” “darling, I’m alright.” He wiggled into the shirt. “I promise. Come sit.” He held his arms out but Broken just stood there. “What’s wrong dear?” He scooted to the end of the bed. “Is it the wine you’re upset about? I made her drink some first, she didn’t put anything in it.” “It’s not the wine…” Broken mumbled into his hands. “It’s not- it- you- it-“

He tugged at his hair in frustration and smacked his head into his hands. “Hey, hey, hey.” Remus reached for his hands. “Come here, it’s ok.” Broken stayed in place and cried into his hands. “Baby.” He stumbled the few steps over and hugged Broken, rubbing his back. “What’s wrong baby? Are you ok?” He hugged back and cried into Remus’ shoulder. “Careful, careful.” Remus reached out to hold onto the closet door.