This beautiful sight of Richie brought Jonathan’s staggering to halt.
“Where are your keys, Jonathan?” Marcus asked. Jonathan managed to produce them from his pockets and the waved to Richie. Richie seemed stunned at the state of his brother. He waved back. No words were exchanged.
Marcus opened the door while Richie helped to balance Jonathan. Once inside, Marcus quickly bid them farewell and left.
Jonathan sat on the couch a bit sobered up by Richie's presence. Richie sat across from him and stared at him. Jonathan couldn't quite make up what his expression said. It seemed like a mixture of shock, fear, and sadness.
“How long haf you been wairing?” asked Jonathan
“I’ve been here for about two hours. I tried to call you but your phone just kept on ringing so I decided to wait. Are yo
