Control... Lack thereof...

Chapter 2

The first thing that Way noticed when he got into the parking lot of the company, was that Pete was hopelessly in need of new security details because, from the look of it, he had fallen behind on that in the aftermath of what he thought was the end of Tony...

Enough that all Way had to do was wait for him in his company's parking lot and put a hand on the back of his neck as he got out of the car. The idiot was not even using a driver, not even a sleepy security guard in sight.

"Stop moving..."

Pete froze. Way could feel the tremors of resistance in him, but Way overpowered them with a slight push of his powers.

A painful slight push.

"Get back in the car..."

Way got in the car along with him, taking the backseat behind Pete's driver seat. He kept a steady touch on him to solidify his control for the time being...

Later... He might be able to leave a lingering effect on him, but he had to be healthier, which would need time...

"Drive back home..."

This time when he ordered Pete, he didn't resist at all, and Way removed his hand, keeping it hovering slightly near him in case he needed to keep his control on him...

He looked at Pete's face in the mirror examining him closely...

He looked miserable, his under eyes were solid black, and Way could smell distress, lingering distress, and sadness...

His eyes were dull, and he looked way more haggard than Way had ever seen him.

He wasn't mourning him, Was he? It had been months...

"Calm down... It's me... You don't have to be sad anymore..."

Way didn't know what prompted him to do that, to try to soothe Pete's sadness with his orders, but he couldn't fight it back and didn't relax till he felt Pete relax as well as he drove them both back home.

He tried not to linger on why he kept calling Pete's house, home...

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Pete didn't feel the need to keep security as tight as it used to be, not with everyone gone as they were, He didn't feel even slightly threatened...

Or so He told Alan when he pointed it out, While in reality, he hoped someone would come and off him for all the GOOD he had done those past few months.

Kenta was in jail, with no hope of getting him out anytime soon, and while Pete had been counting on his money and ability to lessen Kenta's suffering, Kenta seemed to be resigned to his fate.

Way was dead... There was nothing that could be done regarding that, he was dead and gone and Pete, his revenge plan and his money weren't going to change that anytime soon, all the hopes Pete had and all the dreams of living a free life with Way once the dust is settled was gone.

He hadn't meant to spiral, and it had been so long since he did, but it was too heavy of a load to carry any longer, and the others didn't seem to be doing any better, having their own things to work through...

So he didn't, didn't try to get better, didn't try to work through his own grief, just didn't do anything worth doing anymore, even his arrows were collecting dust in his storage.

So when he saw someone who looked exactly like Way in the parking lot of his company, the first thought that came to his mind was that it had finally snapped away.

That was till he felt the touch, the solid touch that told him that the person standing before him wasn't made out of thin air.

"Stop moving..."