I am for you

Chapter 2. I have a room for you

The door opened wide and Larry saw his healthy, dry reflection. As Larry walked to his brother's house, he imagined many different scenarios for the upcoming meeting with the twin. There was even a scene where Laurent just makes a healthy hole in his head. Larry was afraid to believe that he would be met with a warm and strong hug as if these three years of loneliness had not happened.

- Larry, you're all wet! Laurent finally pulled away from the twin to assess his condition. - And in the blood! Damn boy, what are you up to again?

- Lo-lo forgive me! Please forgive! Larry squeezed Laurent's hand. - If you want, I can leave right now and never come back! Me ... - Larry was not allowed to finish, hugging tightly.

- I will always have time to kick you out - Larry looked at Laurent and did not believe a single word. - But first you need to warm, dry, and heal. - With these words, Laurent threw a few towels at him and pushed him into some room, tightly closing the door.

It turned out to be the bathroom. Damn good bathroom. With a fenced-off shower room, a huge bathtub and sink, a full-wall mirror, and other things and quirks of plumbing. It seems that his twin makes a lot of money. Everything is done in cream colors in a modern style. Larry enjoyed the powerful flow of the shower, hot water hitting his body in dense jets, relaxing every muscle, washing away the blood and hatred for this day.

The clean clothes left on the shelf near the shower were very soft and smelled of delicious fabric softener.

Larry entered the living room feeling like a man.

Laurent sat on a large soft velour sofa. His lean figure in a plush homemade suit practically sank into him, he was reading a book cross-legged. Larry had to cough to get attention.

Laurent looked at him. His gaze radiated warmth: there was no enmity, no hatred, no anger in it. Warmth and tranquility.

- You can throw away clothes, it is unlikely that they will ever be worn, - Larry stared embarrassedly at the lump of wet rags clutched in his hand. - Trash can in the kitchen. - Laurent's voice was also even and calm. Only knowing him as Larry, one could tell that he was agitated, anxious, and bewildered. And Larry knows why. They didn't speak for almost three years. During all this time, they saw each other only six times, on their birthday and Christmas. " Hi - goodbye - happy holidays ." Like a learned awkwardness between them.

The kitchen, living room, and dining room were combined open spaces. Under Laurent's gaze, Larry walked over to the island tabletop, leaning on it with outstretched arms. Law, like a magnet with a different polarity, stood up from his seat, resting against the same tabletop on the other side.

For the first time in a long time, they were within a meter of each other. Their views were the same. The double bond rejoiced, fed, and replenished. She gleefully rubbed her hands, twisting the lever, tightening the line of communication between the twins.

- Lo-Lo, - whispered Larry, clasping the twin by the back of the head and connecting their foreheads, - I'm such a fool. I didn't want all this. I didn't want to spend three years away from you. I didn't mean to come back to you like this. The last thing I need is for you to think that I came back to you because of my problems ... - Larry rumbled feverishly.

- Larry, you are an arrogant, stubborn, relentless, and inflexible asshole. You would only come when you were in trouble. More precisely, when you made everything worse than it could be.

- Lo-Lo, damn it, I don't deserve you...

- I know. And I'm still waiting for an apology for the burnt car!

- I'm sorry.

 - Are you asking or are you sorry?

- I'm sorry!