The Boy Next Door

Voices

!TW! Grief, drug use, discussion of murder, hallucinations

Anthony sat quietly on the porch as he had been with Alastor for the past few hours, the sun had long since set but he wasn't interested in going inside just yet. Alastor offered multiple times to bring him something to eat but every time he did the offer was turned down by the fact that he hadn't much of an appetite. Most of the day was really just processing everything that had happened in the past few days, it wasn't really helping to think about it, because every single thought ultimately came back to his brother.
Alastor sat silently next to him, simply keeping an eye on him for the time being, insuring he didn't do anything stupid. He suggested Anthony slowed down with the whiskey but he wasn't exactly getting through to him. Anthony didn't seem interested in rational thinking.

Reaching to bring his glass to his lips once again, finishing off his fifth drink. Alastor immediately picking up the bottle before he could get another refill. "Al, what gives?" He asked, clearly a little annoyed. "You're done for tonight, clearly you're already tipsy and I don't want you to get too drunk on me." Anthony frowned, rolling his eyes at the comment. "I ain't no light weight, I'll be fine." The brunette sighed as he sealed the bottle and set it aside. "I know dear, I just want to be careful." He replied simply. Alastor reached to take Anthony's hand, gently stroking it with his thumb, not that Anthony reacted to the gesture. "Perhaps you should turn in for tonight. You've had quite a long day." He suggested. Anthony shook his head, pulling out of his grip. "I'm good, you go to bed if ya want. It's late, and you're sick or somethin remember?" He asked. Alastor sighed, shaking his head. "Anthony, if you would like to be left alone, you only need to ask." He said simply. Anthony took a moment to think it over, before turning to look at him. "Please."

Alastor closed the front door behind him and walked towards the stairs. If Anthony needed to be alone that was fine by him. Quietly walking to the guest room, he stopped outside of Rosie's door. Hearing his mother and her talking. That weird feeling seemed to return, of something being different. But he brushed
It off, in his mind he had bigger things to worry about in the moment. Sitting on what was serving as his bed for now, he leaned back against the headboard. Was he mourning Lucio? Not as much as Anthony obviously. But that didn't mean they weren't close. As children Lucio often treated Alastor like his little brother, which at the time he appreciated since he was an only child. But what he was most worried about was Anthony. Mostly whether or not he was as okay as he said he was. It was around half an hour later when Anthony came upstairs, he didn't go to sleep, he was simply getting...something. "Cher, it's very late. Don't you think you should come to bed?" Alastor asked as Anthony collected a few things from his bag. "I'll come up later. I ain't even that tired if I'm being honest." He said simply as he stood up and walked to the door. He trusted Anthony would be alright, he could handle himself. Yet for some reason, he had this sinking feeling. Like something bad was happening, the same dread he'd felt back in that hotel room.

Alastor started to wake up at around eight in the morning, having not had a comfortable nights sleep in a while it felt good to wake up in a bed. Glancing to his side he noticed Anthony laying on his side next to him, his eyes half lidded as he fiddled with the covers. "Anthony?" He called quietly. The blonde didn't bother looking at him, eyes remaining on his fingers as he twisted the fabric between them. "Yeah?" A small smile pulled at his lips at the sound of his voice, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Good morning my love, how are you?" He asked, adjusting himself a bit to be facing him more. "Fine." He replied simply. "When did you end up coming to bed?" The brunette asked, bringing a hand to run down his lovers arm. "Later." Alastor's expression faltered a little at his answers. "I see. Well, I may get up soon. Will you be joining me?" He asked. "I'm good." Alastor watched him for a moment. He wanted Anthony to be happy, but this was a much bigger loss to him, he wouldn't move on over night. "Alright Cher, if you need anything just tell me." He said softly, pressing one more kiss to his cheek and getting up. He could tell Anthony wasn't in the mood for company, so he could get up now. Quickly changing his clothes and walking downstairs, he was immediately greeted by the sound of talking in the lounge. As he reached the doorway Elisabeth and Rosie both turned to face him. "Alastor dear! You're awake!" Rosie called from her seat on the couch. He nodded at her, then his mother. "Did you and Angel sleep well dear?" Elisabeth asked, getting up to properly greet him. "We did, thank you." With that, Alastor walked into the kitchen to get himself a drink. It took him a minute to find everything, still not used to the cottage yet. But eventually got himself his desired cup of coffee. Walking out onto he porch, planning on taking in the morning for all its glory, he stood at the top of the porch steps. This was peaceful, he liked this a lot and-
Glancing at his feet he noticed the lighter that was next to his foot, reaching down to pick it up, clearly belonging to his lover. He had most likely forgotten it the previous night.