Make Up His Mind

AN: wonder what he’s thinking so hard about :eyes:

Broken lazed around all day and did nothing but play video games. And he had a wonderful time. Remus made lunch, watched him play and asked questions about what he was doing, ed in on a few games once he was shown what to do, but he mostly just listened to Broken swear at the screen. It was a lovely day off.

The kids ate dirt, terrorized the cat, played with the dogs, and crowded around the couch to see what Broken was up to. He switched from his bloody not-for-kids-games to something with less guts and gross. He let the kids play around while he curled up in Remus’ lap, telling them how to do things once they gave up figuring it out together. Remus pet his head and pulled the blanket off the back of the couch to put over his shoulders.

They stayed up far too late playing games, Broken knew it was really late when he was the last one awake. He turned everything off and took the kids up to bed, fed the dogs one last time, and took Remus and his chair upstairs. “C’mon, wake up..” he shook his shoulder gently. “Gotta get changed into pyjamas..” Remus whined and rolled over. “Mm-hmm..”

”Changed…” he kissed the side of his head. Remus scrunched his face up and moved away. “Tired..” he sighed and went to get changed himself. “I’ll let you wear one of me sweaters…” Remus sat up in his barely awake state and grabbed towards the closet. “Sweater please…” he purred and tossed a sweater at Remus, wiggling into his clothes.

He got settled in bed and let Remus snuggle up to him. “Goodnight. I love.. you.” He yawned. “Goodnight darlin’.. love you too..” Broken purred softly. He laid on his back and stared at the ceiling. He always teased Remus got being a worrywart but now he was the wart that was worrying. Eve, the kids, the hundreds of thousands of dollars of stolen goods that was in the back of his truck just sitting outside in the driveway.

Broken tossed and turned all night, trying and failing to fall asleep. His brain wouldn’t shut up for once. He laid staring out the window as the sun slowly crept its way over the trees. Remus’ little fingers wiggled their way under his arm to hold his hand. “Go to sleep.” He mumbled. “Sorry, ‘m I keepin’ you up..?” Broken whispered. “Yes, you keep wiggling around..” he scooted closer to rest his head behind Broken’s on the pillow, kissing the back of his head.

He laid there more still and silent. Watching the sun climb in the sky. Broken gave up completely just before 5, crawling out of bed. He stole a blanket and quietly crept over to the window. He hauled himself onto the roof and wrapped himself in the blanket to watch the sunrise. The birds chirped from the forest, squirrels ran across the eaves of the house, dogs barked somewhere in the neighborhood. It was the perfect place to make up his mind.