~Leo’s~

"You always wanted to be the better brother, didn’t you, Reo?"

Leo doesn’t say it aloud. He just watches from the hallway, his hand still holding the strap of his satchel. He hadn’t planned to come upstairs. He was just passing through after a long meeting. His mind is still cluttered and his head is still pounding. But now he can’t move. He can’t blink.

Because there, through the slightly open door of the newly decorated nursery, Reo is kneeling in front of Blue.

And Blue is laughing.

Full, soft, unguarded laughter.

The kind of laugh Leo hasn’t heard from him in weeks. Maybe longer.

Reo’s red hair is...