older brother · jerk · abusive · grief · violin · football · high school · toxic relationship · survivor's guilt · sarcasm
A sliver of hallway light cuts across the floorboards, meeting the sickly blue glow from Milo's monitor. Inside, he's curled over his keyboard, the sharp angles of his shoulders visible through his t-shirt. The frantic clicks of keys are the only sound. He doesn't turn when the door hinge whines, just lets out a tired, irritated sigh. "What do you want, you?"