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Everything was said. Confessed. Told. Everything was knew. Everything was explained and described rapidly but with details. Porsche was the one who wanted to know what happened to his baby brother and Joy. They were both on the bed, Porsche against the wall and Porchay against his chest. The older one hugged him tightly. He couldn't let go. He wouldn't let go. His Porchay was here and he got so worried for him or himself to be dead before meeting again that it still didn't feel real. He was caressing his hair, keeping him close, so close.

Kinn was sat on a chair, less emotional from the outside but really happy on the inside to have found them both, safe. He was even more delighted to find a Kim he had thought was gone. After his mother's death, after a lot, Kim developed a weird way to interact with everyone but now, in the way he was talking, he felt closer even without touching. Even without talking sweetly, Kim was warmer, less cold, physically speaking, more welcoming and opened to others.

Kim was himself looking at them, leaning against the wall. He loved to always lean against something, to feel above the situation but in that moment he felt low. So low. He just missed Porchay's attention. He didn't quite get it, or he couldn't use words to explain it, but Porchay was naturally all turned to Porsche and it changed. Kim wasn't jealous, just self depreciating himself, thinking that now that someone like Porsche was here for Porchay, he wasn't needed. He wouldn't need to save him or to share his arm anymore, Porsche would. And Kim guessed it without proof, he was just unconsciously worried that the relationship he developed with 

Porchay, was not meant to continue. It existed just because Kim was the only one with them. His brain was persuaded about it. Left alone he felt. The last time he felt like this was when everyone was crying his mother but he couldn't come to let tears fall. He was cold, it was all that everyone thought. How couldn't he cry? He was silently inside. But no one saw it and everyone was more worried about the expressive Tankhun than the silent Kim. He tried to brush those thoughts away, it hurt him since they began to talk and think again about his childhood.

Porsche was extremely impressed with all they went through. His hug was tightened each time they talked about them being in danger. He had been thankful to Kim for protecting Porchay and the boy just nodded, coldly. As always. Gloomy. Now more than before. Kinn and Porsche were both selfless, listening more than talking about themselves. Talking more about Tankhun and his idea than their own struggle. They looked alike in attitude, they looked like protective big brothers and if it was comforting for Porchay it wasn't for Kim who suddenly felt under their power. He knew that they weren't bad or menacing in any way. He was just not still used to working all together.

 The only time he accepted it was because Porchay showed him it was needed. Here they imposed themself naturally and Porchay just accepted too. He felt overwhelmed to need to listen to all, take their advice or thoughts into consideration. He only learnt to share healthily with Porchay, because he, alone, had the ability to pierce his heart. It didn't mean that he couldn't be like this with everyone else, but he only authorized himself to be like this with Porchay.

"So..." He said to cut their talk. "We sent Macau to Tankhun, Vegas and Pete are gone, it's just us now."

"That's a great summary." Porsche laughed but Porchay eyed him, he could recognize when his brother was mocking someone. He sighed before asking. "What were you going to do?"

"Go to your dad and kill him." Kim said even more cold to Porsche.

"What the- Chay, you agree with this?" Porsche asked, surprised by his violent words.