Heartbreak hotel

Chapter 29

Soren’s conversation with his sister two days ago had ultimately left him with more questions than answers, but Ash and Sebastian had been rather busy. He didn’t want to interrupt, so he had been left in his bedroom, ruminating on those questions when his mind wasn’t filled with what he had to learn for work. Today was one of the days he got to spend off he had gone to work early this morning, but by lunchtime, things had been calm, so Olivia had said he could go home.

Of course, Silas had been thrilled when he appeared at home much earlier than anticipated, and the two had been in his bedroom, both sitting on the bed with their backs pressed to one another. Soren was flipping through books that Scar had gotten to help him learn about the fauna, and he had been more interested in the poisonous ones. He had been diligently taking notes, and he could hear Silas scrolling through t****k, showing his phone to him whenever he found it particularly entertaining.

“Do you know why they sent you home so early today?” Silas asked, pressing his back further into Soren’s.

“No,” the man replied, rereading his sentence, “They didn’t need me working today, slow day. I didn’t see you complaining when I showed up.”

“Not complaining,” Silas muttered. “Just curious.”

Soren had been in the middle of the Hemlock section, taking notes in his messy handwriting, when there was a sharp knock on his door, and the person didn’t wait for him to call out to come in before they walked in. Neither man was surprised to see it was Ravi in a rather casual outfit of a black sweater and sweatpants, despite it being the middle of summer. He sat on the couch silently with a slight groan. He was limping and sore.

But frankly, Soren couldn’t care enough to ask the man what was wrong with him. Ravi pulled the blanket over himself, turned on the television quietly, and adjusted himself into a position where he could see the bed and TV, which was rather difficult, but he had managed to do it. He was leaning on the right side of the armrest of the small couch, and even though that couldn’t have been pleasant for his obvious bruises, he didn’t seem to care as he turned his gaze to the TV and played a random episode of a show.

Soren didn’t question it. He could stay in the room as long as he wasn’t annoying. It was one of the rules he had brought up because he was sick of Midnight pestering him about Ravi coming to b***h to him that Soren was ignoring him.

Half an hour later, Midnight walked into the room, and Silas showed Soren another t****k of a cat. They all turned to look at Midnight, who was scowling at them, “What the f**k is going on?”

Silas quietly held his phone out and showed Midnight the cat. The man snorted as he sat on the desk chair and nodded, spinning around several times.

“Can I help you, Midnight?” Soren asked, closing the book and leaving his pen as his bookmark.

“Yes. Entertain me.”

“Where are the others?”

“Isaiah is with Jamie, and I have no idea where the f**k Royal is, so I am alone, and you must entertain me, and wow, this is awkward. You three really need to work out your issues.”

“We have no issues,” Soren deadpanned, crossing his arms over his chest as he glared at Midnight.

“Yes, you do,” Ravi muttered. It had been the first thing he had said since he had entered their room, and of course, it was to answer to something similar. Soren turned to glare at him instead.

“Oh, you’re one to speak, Mr Stabbed and appeared at our doorstep at three in the f*****g morning.”

“One time,” Ravi replied, sighing as he ran a hand through his hair, and the look of pain on his face left Silas feeling rather accomplished.

“One time too many.”

“You’re never going to get over this.”

“You’re right,” Soren deadpanned, scowling. “I’m not.”

Midnight had been staring at them, particularly at him and Silas, who were still sitting back to back on the bed, and he had a thought. Soren saw it on his face, but when he opened his mouth to speak, Silas cut him off, “You'd best think about what you’re about to say,” he deadpanned.

Midnight pursed his lips and nodded. Ravi looked at him, rather curious, but decided not to say anything else on the matter.

“So,” Ravi said almost five minutes later. Soren sighed. The background audio of whatever show Ravi had been watching, and whatever gameplay Midnight had been watching, had paused, leaving the room in silence. He lifted his head to stare at the man, once again leaving his pen in the book as an indicator of where he had got to and looked at the man with annoyance.

“You know the rules.”

“One comment.”

“No.”

“Just one,” he whined.

“What?”

“Does no one think that you two spending all of your waking moments together is unhealthy?”

“No, they’ve been talked to about it,” Midnight added. “Aunt Erza and Aunt Megan are trying to get Silas into therapy, but apparently, someone doesn’t want to.”

“I don’t need therapy,” Silas added curtly. He had paused his phone to look at Ravi when the man began speaking. “I am fine.”

“Oh, so everyone has someone they stick to, and will be wrecked with panic if that person doesn’t stay with them every waking moment of the day?”

“f**k off.”

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