years. Words hurt, and his were…so painful,” Torque ended hoarsely.
Foster knew this was not going to be an overnight fix. That damage had been done between these two brothers. Foster had hoped the brothers could patch things up but not everything in life was a quick fix. Axle was doing so much better. Foster had only dealt with a little of the troubles Axle had. Torque had witnessed all the dark times and hadn’t seen his brother turning around.
Foster glanced over and saw that Axle’s eyes were open, full of despair. Axle's eyes were watery before they closed once more, a tear escaping and running down the nose before dropping onto the pillow below.
“We’re going over to the mortal realm. Oberon gave us permission. Torque wants to go to college, and we’re going to find a place to live near campus. We’ll be back when he graduates.” Puck rubbed Torque’s back absently. Clearly, his brother loved the young man. So strange seeing the prankster fall fast and hard for someone.
Torque glanced down at the table. “I think my brother needs to talk to someone over in our world. I know you said he was doing better, but I think with everything that happened growing up and the last couple years, he needs to talk to a therapist. I don’t want him to work this out alone.”
“He has me.” Foster was already shaking his head in protest. Going over to the mortal realm was a bad idea in Foster’s eyes.
Puck reached over, grabbing his hand, which unbeknownst to Foster was tapping the hell out of the wood table. “I know you’re falling for him. That is your mate over there. Your one love in all immortality. Listen to my mate. He has seen what your mate grew up with, the pains he was dealt and the shithead he turned into. Axle may be getting better, but even I can see the tar that still surrounds his soul. Yes, he is lighter, but he needs help that we aren’t equipped to deal with.”
Mind churning, Foster was at a loss at what to do. First off, he wasn’t even aware that fae mated. This must be a secret the queen and king held tight to their chests. Puck’s words made so much sense, though. The way he loved being around Axle and had been patient with him. The attraction. The care. It all added up to them being mates.
“They’re right. I need more help. I’m trying, but I…yeah, it would be good to talk to someone.” Foster turned to see Axle standing behind him, wrapped in a blanket. “Hi, Torque.” Axle warbled while adjusting his blanket.
There was such an awkward silence in the room. Foster could feel the anger radiating off of Puck. Clearly, his brother was going to need a lot of time to get over what happened to his mate. There was confusion on Torque’s side, and Axle stood there, visibly waiting for the blows to come.
Torque stood and walked toward Axle. They didn’t embrace; it was just too much too soon. “Hi.” Torque whispered.
“I’m so sorry.” Axle whispered to his brother. “I think you’re right. I need more help than I thought,” Axle choked out.
Torque stood there, nodding before turning to Puck. “Can they come over with us?”
“We’ll have to get it okayed,” Foster answered. “When are you leaving?”
“Tomorrow,” Puck's brows were furrowed.
His brother wasn’t pleased with the idea of them tagging along. Well, he better get used to it. Foster was nervous as hell to go over to the mortal realm, but he would do it if Axle could get the help he needed.
“I’ll go talk to Queen Titania tonight then. We’ll be ready in the morning.” Foster moved to stand next to Axle. He was shaking, standing there alone in that damn sheet as his brother stood out of reach. He knew it was going to take time for the two of them to bridge that gap between them. Foster pulled him into a one-arm embrace.
Puck stood up and stepped behind Torque, putting his hands on Torque’s shoulders. “C’mon, we have a lot to do tonight, and apparently, they do too.” Puck grunted.
Foster knew this was not going to be an overnight fix. That damage had been done between these two brothers. Foster had hoped the brothers could patch things up but not everything in life was a quick fix. Axle was doing so much better. Foster had only dealt with a little of the troubles Axle had. Torque had witnessed all the dark times and hadn’t seen his brother turning around.
Foster glanced over and saw that Axle’s eyes were open, full of despair. Axle's eyes were watery before they closed once more, a tear escaping and running down the nose before dropping onto the pillow below.
“We’re going over to the mortal realm. Oberon gave us permission. Torque wants to go to college, and we’re going to find a place to live near campus. We’ll be back when he graduates.” Puck rubbed Torque’s back absently. Clearly, his brother loved the young man. So strange seeing the prankster fall fast and hard for someone.
Torque glanced down at the table. “I think my brother needs to talk to someone over in our world. I know you said he was doing better, but I think with everything that happened growing up and the last couple years, he needs to talk to a therapist. I don’t want him to work this out alone.”
“He has me.” Foster was already shaking his head in protest. Going over to the mortal realm was a bad idea in Foster’s eyes.
Puck reached over, grabbing his hand, which unbeknownst to Foster was tapping the hell out of the wood table. “I know you’re falling for him. That is your mate over there. Your one love in all immortality. Listen to my mate. He has seen what your mate grew up with, the pains he was dealt and the shithead he turned into. Axle may be getting better, but even I can see the tar that still surrounds his soul. Yes, he is lighter, but he needs help that we aren’t equipped to deal with.”
Mind churning, Foster was at a loss at what to do. First off, he wasn’t even aware that fae mated. This must be a secret the queen and king held tight to their chests. Puck’s words made so much sense, though. The way he loved being around Axle and had been patient with him. The attraction. The care. It all added up to them being mates.
“They’re right. I need more help. I’m trying, but I…yeah, it would be good to talk to someone.” Foster turned to see Axle standing behind him, wrapped in a blanket. “Hi, Torque.” Axle warbled while adjusting his blanket.
There was such an awkward silence in the room. Foster could feel the anger radiating off of Puck. Clearly, his brother was going to need a lot of time to get over what happened to his mate. There was confusion on Torque’s side, and Axle stood there, visibly waiting for the blows to come.
Torque stood and walked toward Axle. They didn’t embrace; it was just too much too soon. “Hi.” Torque whispered.
“I’m so sorry.” Axle whispered to his brother. “I think you’re right. I need more help than I thought,” Axle choked out.
Torque stood there, nodding before turning to Puck. “Can they come over with us?”
“We’ll have to get it okayed,” Foster answered. “When are you leaving?”
“Tomorrow,” Puck's brows were furrowed.
His brother wasn’t pleased with the idea of them tagging along. Well, he better get used to it. Foster was nervous as hell to go over to the mortal realm, but he would do it if Axle could get the help he needed.
“I’ll go talk to Queen Titania tonight then. We’ll be ready in the morning.” Foster moved to stand next to Axle. He was shaking, standing there alone in that damn sheet as his brother stood out of reach. He knew it was going to take time for the two of them to bridge that gap between them. Foster pulled him into a one-arm embrace.
Puck stood up and stepped behind Torque, putting his hands on Torque’s shoulders. “C’mon, we have a lot to do tonight, and apparently, they do too.” Puck grunted.
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