Post by Taylor McCarthy on Jan 3, 2017 19:29:09 GMT
Nine months
Just shy of a full, calendar year had passed since Taylor had seen his younger brother. The elder McCarthy's return to the United States had felt equal parts homecoming and foolish misstep. For the first time in what felt like his entire life Taylor had managed to scrape together some semblance of a life here only to toss it aside when the same family that he had shunned so many years ago came calling. Should he have left in the first place? He had known it would send what little he'd built crumbling into rubble yet the lure of family had been too strong.
Shoving the thoughts away, Taylor moved quietly along the dormatory halls. He'd gotten the right room number from the student listings and figured letting a week of his being back in the States go by without letting Jack know was long enough. Part of Taylor wanted to see his brother again, to find some way to turn back time to when they were young and gave a damn about one another. An entirely different part of him hoped like hell Jack wouldn't be in his room. Of course, Taylor doubted that. His doofy, manic, wholly unorthodox sibling probably hadn't left the dorm in a week claiming there to be aliens trying to suck his brain or something.
There was no hesitation once Taylor had reached the right room. If he dared let himself pause he feared he'd just turn on his heel and head away. Instead he squared himself up to the door and gave it a healthy knock. He took a deep breath and prepared for the door to open, all but expecting a fist or baseball bat to suddenly come flying his way.
Just shy of a full, calendar year had passed since Taylor had seen his younger brother. The elder McCarthy's return to the United States had felt equal parts homecoming and foolish misstep. For the first time in what felt like his entire life Taylor had managed to scrape together some semblance of a life here only to toss it aside when the same family that he had shunned so many years ago came calling. Should he have left in the first place? He had known it would send what little he'd built crumbling into rubble yet the lure of family had been too strong.
Shoving the thoughts away, Taylor moved quietly along the dormatory halls. He'd gotten the right room number from the student listings and figured letting a week of his being back in the States go by without letting Jack know was long enough. Part of Taylor wanted to see his brother again, to find some way to turn back time to when they were young and gave a damn about one another. An entirely different part of him hoped like hell Jack wouldn't be in his room. Of course, Taylor doubted that. His doofy, manic, wholly unorthodox sibling probably hadn't left the dorm in a week claiming there to be aliens trying to suck his brain or something.
There was no hesitation once Taylor had reached the right room. If he dared let himself pause he feared he'd just turn on his heel and head away. Instead he squared himself up to the door and gave it a healthy knock. He took a deep breath and prepared for the door to open, all but expecting a fist or baseball bat to suddenly come flying his way.