Y/N: What Are You Thinking?

"But the creator doesn't want us to use Toby!!!" Bold of you to assume I have any respect for k*stoway at all

I did not post it as it turns out. Anyway here’s one of the first things I ever had to say about the difference between mh and emh

“The weather is quite nice this evening.” Your voice is casual as you hover behind Jeff, giving him a few feet of space between the two of you. His only response is a quiet grunt.

The sky turns a pale shade of pink above you as the clouds clear out with the gentle breeze, and your eyes linger on his back. You halt for a moment in the gentle serenity of the clearing before speaking again.

“Is it alright if I join you?” Your words are answered with a few seconds of silence, before Jeff responds with a nod so slight you probably would’ve missed it if you weren’t focusing on him so intently.

You slide up next to him, sitting beside him on the wooden fence surrounding the outskirts of the mansion. The two of you overlook the view, showcasing the lower areas of the forest and the stream below. You keep your eyes focused ahead of you. You can tell from his stiffness he doesn’t want your eyes on him right now.

His shoulders are tight, his hands clenching onto the bench so strongly it seems as though the wood should be splintering. You can’t see his face, but you know tears are streaming down it. You can tell it from the smallest of hitches in his breathing, hitches that only you can notice after so many times of being the one he allows to comfort him.

You place your hand close to his, with enough distance that you aren’t touching, but little enough that he could easily make contact if he wanted to. After a few minutes, he tenderly reaches out his pinky and curls it gently around yours.

“…Would you like to talk about it?” Your question is a whisper as he sits beside you contemplating his response, and eventually, he shakes his head no.

“Are you able to tell me the cause?” He nods his head yes.

“Did something happen with work?” He gently shakes his head no.

“Did something happen with one of the others?” After a moment of hesitation, he struggles to nod his head yes. You’re silent for a moment, and then you shuffle a bit closer, and you ask him your next question in the softest voice you can muster.

“Did something happen with Liu?” The choked sob that he’d been struggling to hold in finally escapes, and you know the answer to your question immediately.

His hands jolt to cover his face as he sobs into them, and your arms wrap around him as he tries to babble out the context through his sobs.

“I just— I want to fix— keep making mistakes— not good enou— Liu doesn’t deserve— Sully was righ— always fuck things u— so fucking stup— wish I wasn’t born—“ You cut him off with a soft grunt at the last of his words and he shudders, sucking in through cries before letting out another big, gasping sob.

“Honey… I don’t know what happened, and I won’t act like I do… But you know your big brother loves you.” He goes to interrupt you, and you rest your hand on his heart as a sign to stop him.

“He loves you so much, and whatever just happened, the two of you will move past it. You will move past it just as you’re trying to move past what happened all those years ago.” His nails dig into his hair at that as he shakes his head, and you hop off the fence to stand in front of him and cradle his head into your shoulder.

You stand like that for a few moments, his hands now clutching at your back, with one of yours in his hair, and the other at his back, both rubbing gently.

You know that while he had heard your words that his brain will use whatever method possible to refute them, that he’ll deny them any that he possibly can. But you’ll keep saying them. As many times as it takes.

And as you lift your eyes and look back towards the mansion you can see a figure standing there, watching, waiting. Liu appears outwardly relaxed, but he has the same vexation on his face that you’ve come to realize means he’s worried about his brother. If you weren’t standing over here with Jeff you were certain he’d approach to try and remedy whatever occurred, but with a nod of his head, you know that for now he’s leaving Jeff to you. Entrusting you with him.

Jeff clings to you tighter while you nod back at Liu and he gives a small wave and turns, retreating back into the mansion. There are some words that Liu can’t say to Jeff, some situations he still can’t remedy, and that’s why he’s thankful that Jeff has you. Jeff is also very thankful that he has you for the same reason.

Because you care for him, and you love him and support him, care for him when nobody else can or would. You give him everything he never had, and he tries his hardest to give you even more than what you give him. You’re his greatest treasure, and he hopes every day that you always know and remember that.

“‘M sleepy…” he mumbles into your shoulder, his body sagging into yours as his body runs out of tears.

“Would you like to take a shower and lay down, honey? I can shampoo your hair the way you like me to, and give you lots of kisses, and hold you the way you love.” He sinks even further into you as he listens to your words, and he grumbles out a somewhat positive noise of agreement.

As you help him down from the fence and walk him back to the mansion, you tell yourself that everything will be okay. You know both of these boys, you love both of these boys. You know they’ll work things out, even if it requires all these arguments and comforting words as they break down their barriers, and you’ll be there with them, every step of the way.

𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒍.

I don’t normally ask for a lot but please help my friend find her sister, the last time she was seen was august 4th 2022 around 6 am. She was wearing black and red plaid pajama pants and a black hoodie. Last places she was seen was 3110 Norway pl norfolk virginia. She’s a black girl around 5’5 with brown hair and blonde dyed tips and faded red streaks in her hair.

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