M-13

Revelations

TW: suicide/character death (not very descriptive but if this content is triggering to you then please be cautious)

Lincoln's POV:

My alarm clock goes off and I already hate today.

Why?

Because it's Monday and I hate Mondays with a burning passion. They mean waking up and going to work, and it also means that I don't get to see Atticus until later tonight and Silas actually has to pay attention to his jobs.

Well, so do I, but that's not the point!

Silas tried calling that woman that Melina told him to, the so-called Lucy Charleston, and no one answered. He left a message, but I don't expect us to really be too involved at this point with the case.

Hopefully the Washington group focused on people with Mistacesemia take over so that Atticus can not have to worry about this case anymore, because he's been obsessing over it.

"Lincoln, get up," Silas whispers in my ear, laying on my back. "It's time for breakfast."

I groan. "I'm taking today off."

"No you're not."

"You can't make me go."

"Yes I can."

Yeah, he totally can make me get up, but Silas is usually so shy... well, except for during sex, apparently! Two days and my ass is still sore and I'm constantly horny thinking about it!

Agh, I really can't think about it today because I'm doing Mistacesemia testing on a boy from South Dakota, and that would be awkward and very uncomfortable to explain if I popped a boner.

"Lincoln, get up," Silas says once again, kissing my neck and trying to get me to turn on my back. "Atticus is making waffles."

I launch myself out of bed and land on Silas. "You should've lead with that!" I exclaim, rushing out of bed and tripping on my way, nearly slamming my face into the ground. "Is the kitchen burning down?!"

"No, I made the batter! He's just using the machine!" Silas exclaims, helping me up. "Have some faith in him, Lincoln."

"Sorry, but the last time he tried to cook-"

Silas covers my mouth. "Have faith in him!" he exclaims. "Now come on! I'm hungry!"

"You're more energized than you usually are in the morning."

"Atticus gave me an energy drink... I've never had one before, even though most college kids live on that shit!"

I'm going to kill Atticus.

"Oh... cool," I say, mocking excitement. "You're going to have to piss like crazy, Silas."

He shrugs. "Don't care."

Atticus is happily making waffles when we walk out, and he looks so proud of himself.

"Those look so good!" I exclaim, because I know he's happy that he didn't burn down the kitchen in the process of making us breakfast.

Atticus opens his arm and I run into his embrace, pecking him on the lips before I go and set the table for breakfast. Usually Silas would help me, but he's too busy sitting at the bar and drinking the damn energy drink that Atticus should not have given him.

With how anxious Silas gets in general, along with his inability to sit still for long periods of time, an energy drink is only going to amplify those feelings, and I really do not want to deal with that.