So, he just sat back and looked at all the shit that his parent’s blood had paid for. Countless people’s blood and he felt sick.

“Excuse me,” he murmured, just walking away from the group. Feli wasn’t glued to Romulus side anymore as Liz had asked a question about some art the touchy feely man had hanging on the walls. He backtracked to the bathroom and quickly lost his dinner.

“Are you okay?” it was Feli holding out a wet towel and a dry one for him.

“Get out of my fucking face, dude,” He snapped. He didn’t know how else to get it through to his ‘little brother’ that he wanted nothing to do with him, that all he wanted from him was for some fucking miracle to happen and his parents to still be there. Ten years later and he still felt like this. He was just angry at the world, and Feli was just standing there with a fucking smile on his face.

“Are you mentally retarded? You’ve been all smiley since I fucking got here. Dammit.”

The smile cracked, and hurt flickered in Feli’s eyes.

Lovi, you’re so fucking mean, gosh.