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My Brother’s Keeper

Hux was walking home from work when he got the text. It started out normal enough, his brother Techie (he hated being called by his birth name, William. Hux could understand that. He was the same way.) Was asking the usual questions: How was your day? Hows millie?

He thought nothing of it as he made his way to his apartment, greeting his tabby cat and feeding her to stop her persistant meows. But soon the texts became more worrying; his brother asking if he had a spare room and if he could crash for a few days. Hux had tried to pry the details out of him, but Techie was distressed and refusing to cooperate. His twin wouldn’t answer the phone, and Hux knew something bad must have happened.

Their father was strict, and Hux had been glad to move out and start his life away from home after college. Finances were not a glamorous career but it paid well. Even now in his late 20’s he felt comfortable and happy with his life.

Life for his twin Techie, however, seemed to only be one misfortune after another. His brother’s cripling anxiety and depression made the poor thing a shut in. Never moving away from home and jumping from one job to the next, Brendol breathing down his neck constantly to get his life together. They had been very close as children, but with Hux moving close to the city they drifted apart through lack of contact. He didn’t know any of the details of what was happening, but he suspected maybe their father got sick of Techie being a ‘useless freeloader’. While Hux didn’t think of his brother as useless, he did miss him dearly and felt guilt at the skip of joy in his heart at his sibling coming to stay, even if it was for a short time.

He sat down on the couch, sending another text as he put a pillow under his knees.

:Techie, I need to at least know your safe. If you have no were to stay tonight please drive here right away. I know it’s 2 hours away, but I promise you always have here to stay.:

He hit ‘send’, worrying his bottom lip as he waited for a response. Depending on how big the fight was with their father, techie could be staying longer then a few days. He ran a hand through his hair, trying not to stress over Techie’s worrying messages. Everything would be fine, and his brother would be visiting.

@techiehux

Over on his side of the screen, Techie scrubbed at his wet, red-rimmed eyes and squinted at the screen. If he went a little over the speed limit, he’d make it to Armitage’s apartment in an hour and forty minutes. Hopefully. Techie’s phone was about to die, battery icon an angry red and screen dimmer than even he was used to.

He worried at his bottom lip and put his phone on airplane mode before tossing it into the backseat. The battery needed to be conserved as much as possible! The charger he’d left with the majority of his things: back at the Hux “estate”.

Before continuing his drive towards his brother, Techie pressed his face into the hard leather of the steering wheel and pressed down, letting out a few messy, loud sobs as the car honked. What a fucking mess.

The closer he got to Armitage, the faster his heart fluttered (and the guiltier he felt.) Until, at last, he showed up on his twin’s doorstep, looking like a miserable wreck, and knocked tentatively.