The Runaway Groom // Brallon

Chapter 19

Dallon follows silently, as he left the hospital with Brendon. The younger man was silent during the whole walk to the bus station. Despite the silence that the younger man exhibits, Dallon could still feel the almost palpable anger simmering from the seams of his calm exterior of visible composure.

Even as they both reach the bus back home, Dallon didn't dare speak. He knew it's probably not the best to say his opinion on the matter yet until he calms down, despite Brendon's justified reason to be mad at his father's actions.

All he could do was place his hand on top of Brendon's; a sign of calming gesture in which Dallon hopes the younger man would comprehend.

Brendon turns to him with a tired smile, but he responds by intertwining their hands and leans his head on Dallon's shoulder. Dallon heart flutters at the gesture; it's a nice feeling that the younger man finds him as a pillar of support in his hard times. He only hopes to be one that Brendon can count on.

"I'm sorry about earlier, Dallon." Brendon apologizes once they reached home. "I just... I don't think I'm ready to see Dad yet."

Dallon looked thoughtful about it. "When will you be ready?"

"Can 'not ever' be an option?"

"That's not how it works, Brendon." Dallon points out with an unamused look at the younger man. "You can't live with the rest of your life not talking to your father."

Brendon grumbles at his lecture, muttering an 'of course I can'. Dallon rolls his eyes at the rather immature gesture.

Of course Brendon noticed his disagreement on his idea that made him frown. "You're the last person I wanted to hear lecturing me about this." He can feel the raise of Brendon's tone as he continues his words that hint feeling of hurt in them. "I thought you of all people would be on my side!"

"I understand that your anger towards your father is justified, but you need to understand that you'll have to talk to him and see if you can still fix what you have with him!" Dallon responds in what sounded desperation, hoping that Brendon could somehow understand his point.

"Stop making it sound like this is all easy for me to do! You don't understand what it's like to have a Dad like mine! Stop acting like you know what it feels like because you'll never understand!" Brendon snaps at him with a tone of anger lacing his every word.

And yet Dallon couldn't help but feel the same anger as Brendon keeps maintaining such a selfish mindset. He closes his eyes, his hands balling in a fist by his side as he takes a deep breath. He doesn't know why, but as he opens his eyes to stare at Brendon, he can feel brimming tears of pent-up frustration on the side of his eyes threatening to fall.

"Yes, you're right, Brendon." He says lowly, turning away from the younger man's anger that slowly morphs into shock. "I'll never understand what it feels like. It's not like I still have a father anyway. It's not like I still have a chance to talk to him. Of course you're right."

"D-Dallon, wait—"

He doesn't like raising his voice. Especially to Brendon. It'd be best if he collects his own thoughts and calm down his nerves. "I'll just... take a walk for a bit. I'll be back later."

A hand catches on his wrist, stopping him from leaving. "I-I'm sorry! That was insensitive of me and I know I shouldn't have—"

"I understand, Bren. I don't want to force you into something you don't wanna do. But it's just... I don't want you to have regrets in the end, you know?" Dallon explains softly, giving the younger man a small smile to convince him. "We'll talk about it later, I promise. Just, think about it for a bit, okay? If you really don't want to, I'll understand."