LarryxLaurent Requests (Boyxboy)

The Cloud of Unknowing 3.

Laurent has the phone to his ear, his other hand on the steering wheel. He has the heater cranked up to keep the cold from seeping into the car. Larry hasn't answered either of his texts and he decided it was safer to just call while he's driving. The houses on this block are all dark save for one. He could only assume that was the address Larry had sent. But as he creeps up on the house, he doesn't see his twin. There's a few kids on the porch smoking and he scans the yard finding it disturbed by garbage. But still there's no one else. He hopes Larry isn't inside. The last thing he wants to do is get down and look through some damn house party for his brother. The phone goes straight to voicemail, Larry's phone must be dead. He might have to get down at this rate.

The front of the house is blocked with cars so he drives up the road, looking for some where to park. Laurent narrows his eyes on the sidewalk, it's lit unusually well. At least compared to their neighborhood. How had his brother ended up here? That name was still ringing in his ears. Josh, he would never have anything to do with them, he was sure of it. The tone in Larry's call wasn't reassuring. He shouldn't have let him go on his own.

He pulls up into an empty spot, dropping his phone in the cup holder. Its useless at this point. He'll just have to find his him the old fashion way. His jacket is zipped up to the neck and he pulls the hood close to his neck before stepping out of the car. It's gotten even colder, his breath comes out in thick clouds. If Larry is outside he can't imagine it's for any good reason. The worry is growing, his stomach is doing flips. All he can hope is that he's somewhere close by.

Laurent steps around the car and only upon doing so does he look further up the sidewalk. There, huddled in the shadow of the street light, was his brother. He runs himself into the front of the car as he makes a bee line for him. He barely has time to be relieved  before he's submerged in another pit of anxiousness.

"Larry!"

He doesn't answer. As he gets closer he can see a gash on his cheek and he drops down to him trying to make sure its not a trick of the darkness. His brother, shivering and bruised still hasn't looked at him. It's got his heart racing with panic. "Larry what happened? Where's your jacket?"

"Just take me home..." Larry stands up and sways, his voice rasped.

"Did some one hit you?" Laurent isn't about to let him off so easily.  If someone had done wrong by his twin he wants to know who it is. He looks terrible, the mark on his face looks worse when he lifts his head. His eyes are glazed and he looks like he's been crying.  Get him warmed up, that seems like the easiest problem to solve so he unzips his jacket and pulls it off. He doesn't take his eyes off Larry whose still mostly unresponsive aside from a scoff and a frown.

"Here take this" he reaches over to pull the jacket around Larry helping him pull the sleeves on. Laurent's brow is set in a permanently concerned expression. "What happened?" He asks again, his eyes searching for any sign that Larry is listening. But he says nothing, only adjusts the coat and stares across the street. Acting as if he's got no business knowing what Larry does. Is that what he is to his brother? A fucking cab he can call?

"Larry will you answer me?" He says lowly, reaching up to pull the matted hairs from the blood on Larry's cheek. The blood is drying, he can feel it briefly before Larry is pushing his arm away. The force behind it unnecessarily rough.

"Will you stop it! Get off me!" He's slurring. Laurent lowers his hand only just realizing the smell of alcohol.

"I'm just trying to help you"

"Asking me all kinds of stupid questions isn't helping me, Laurent!" He hisses out the name, taking a step around him towards the car. He's looking at Laurent now but his eyes are dark, empty.