Letters - A Phillip Hamilton X Male Reader

73: A Sons Letter.

TW FOR SLIGHTLY SUICIDAL IMPLICATIONS TOWARD THE END??? //

"..oh! Y/N. You're back."

"..yes, it would seem I am."

Y/N spoke quietly in return as he stepped into the interiors oft he house, making his eyes shift away from Alexander's gaze of violet-blue. Alexander tilted his head to the side, speaking with a polite smile as he stood within the confines of the living room.

"Did you finish those errands?"

"..yes. I did." Y/N paused. "Wait, how did you know about that?"

"My son told me. Said you went off to go run some." Alexander responded.

"Ah. I.. I see." Y/N uttered. "Well.. I'll.. just go back up to my room now. Or—or Phillips room."

"..uh.. okay." Alexander shrugged.

Y/N, with a sigh escaping his mouth, began to let himself wonder over to the flight of stairs that led to the upper floor. He felt a strange chill down his back. Though, that was probably because for whatever reason, Alexander's eyes seemed to be following him. In the corner of his eye, Y/N saw what looked to be some strange expression of confusion, or.. suspicion? It was hard to tell.

Either way, it mattered not. Letting his head lift as he walked up the steps, he ignored the strange feeling he got from behind his back, and let all thoughts of what had just occurred before he came back to the house wash away.

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"..Phillip."

"..hey. You're back."

Phillip had uttered that in return as Y/N walked along the narrow floors of the hallway, with his head slightly lowered, and his blank gaze slightly shifted away from Phillip's own eyes of bright blue. As he had walked among the floors of the hall, he had been greeted with the sight of Phillip leaning against the wall near the door.

Y/N barely raised a brow, letting his arms fold over eachother into a crossing position.

Phillip's lips curled into the same irritating smirk he always wore. Even right now just by being here, he was kind of being annoying. Though.. something in his gaze slightly softened this time.

"..why are you smirking at me?" Y/N inquired.

"..no reason." Phillip shrugged. "Why aren't you lookin' at me?"

"Hmm.. if I've made it clear enough, you would already know."

"What's that's supposed to mean?"

"That I don't wish to look upon your arrogant face. Isn't it obvious?"

"Damn.. sorry, man. Here I thought you didn't hate me as much as you said you did."

"Mmm.."

Y/N didn't give an exactly verbal reply, wondering over to the door, and gripping the cold doorknob in his palm. He twisted it, and when it gave a click, he let the door slowly open as he took a step inside. He felt Phillip's eyes trail behind him as he walked inside, and began to slip his jacket off of his shoulders.

"You gonna tell me what happened?"

"..what do you mean?"

"Y'know—you said you had stuff to do. What'd ya do out there?"

"Pardon me, but I thought you wouldn't have any interest in any sort of stuff to do with me."

"I don't. Doesn't mean I can't be a little curious though."

"..mm. So you also like to put your nose in business that has nothing to do with you. I suppose that's another thing to note about you."

"Psh.. you're one to talk—you read through my old diary."