"My brother didn't really get along with Carver but...he was much nicer to me, as if me and Carver don't share the same brother. You know how the people around us would refer to him as a weapon or some sort. But I swear, there's still some kindness left in him deep inside."
The youngest Hawke sighed, putting down the cup of cinnamon tea onto the table. Merril wanted to learn more about her, but little did she expect to hear how she talked about her -remaining- brother, as if she was trying to prove her something.
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When two guys in your friend group swear up and down that they don’t have anything going on, that it was only a one time thing but then you look over and see them talking like this at a corner in the bar while one is wearing a keepsake from the other and that one just gave him his shirt.