THAT BOY WENT STONE COLD CRAZY ☆ bottle

[wormwood.]

i was born, on the highway, in a train wreck

with a heart, that was beating, out of my chest

Aurum faintly noticed the way that Roy seemed to struggle against the impression that the bottle gave, certainly as a result of some old and unpleasant memory. Someday Aurum would have to speak at his son more at length about what his life from before had been like, beyond just what had brought him to his current state, and the fact that he had lost his beloved brother, but this was not that day. Aurum was far too distraught, and the angel was also fairly sure that Roy still hadn't worked through all of that yet, especially if the reaction to the empty bottle was anything to go by. Still, because of the adverse reaction that the boy exhibited, it only meant more when Roy pushed through it, moving closer to his father and pressing comfortingly into his shoulder. Aurum can still remember the state that Roy was in when the boy first returned from the Pitt, sobbing and on fire and struggling against his own warring emotions over loss and new revelations. He could only imagine that it was similar to how the guardsman felt now, only with less flames thanks to the very positive fact that Aurum had a bit more control over his powers. It was a bit sad to think about, the fact that father and son had bonded so much so fast over loss and specifically the loss of family, but it was also sort of comforting. After all, everyone eventually had to face loss in some way, and at least the two of them had each other to help them through it, no matter what happened. The thought made a soft chuff leave Aurum, even if it was slightly strained by the quiver in his voice, brought on by the lump that still remained lodged in his chest.

When Roy spoke, Aurum couldn't help the soft smile that came to his face, the lion's nose gently touching the top of his son's head as he relaxed, one of his wings drooping down over the boy. Even if Roy didn't like speaking for others, Aurum had a strong feeling that the other was right about the fact that Leroy had enjoyed his gift. Even if the whiskey had been drunk in a time of weakness, when Leroy had been coping with the news of his cancer – which Aurum didn't know for sure if it had been or not – it would've provided a welcome reprieve for the proxy, and even if that was all he could provide, Aurum was glad to have contributed that, at the very least. A soft sigh left the guardsman as he thought about it, mumbling to the younger male as he closed his eyes, taking several long breaths to begin breaking up the emotional mass that had crammed itself near his heart, tangled messily around his ribcage, "I'm sure that you're right, Roy... and I'm... im glad. That I have something to remember him by, even if it's something like this. It's nice to know that he wanted to say thank you and goodbye, before he went..." He then fell silent once again, just enjoying the company of his son and relishing in remembering Leroy and the life the other had lived. Truly, Aurum had been pushing himself so hard recently in order to not have to think about Leroy or process his emotions, but with Roy by his side...? The thought of processing what he was feeling didn't seem like such a daunting task anymore. He didn't know of much about the relationship that Roy and his brother had in the past yet, besides the fact that they had obviously cared about and loved each other as family, but if he had known that this is what the two of them had done when the two of them needed to just feel something together, he would've felt touched that Roy was now trying to help hin in the same way.

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