Nostalgia - (Aphmau Oneshots)

Can We Just Talk? - Melissa & Aaron (Familial)

(Since I haven't gotten any new requests I'm just gonna write what I feel like, so since I'm a slut for Aaron and Melissa being siblings, take this.)

(This takes place sometime during MS season three-ish, but it's rather nebulous. It's before season four, and during a time when Derek is still a dick.)

"You look like shit." Are the first words out of Melissa's mouth as she opens the door to find her brother standing there. Aaron sighs.

"Nice to see you too Melissa. No, I've been good Melissa. It has been too long since we've seen each other Melissa." He says, gesturing vaguely with one hand. Melissa laughs.

"C'mon in. I'm serious y'know, when did you last sleep?" Aaron shrugs as he steps into Melissa's entrance hall. "Shoes off. What's wrong?" Aaron kicks off his sneakers and looks at his sister.

"Mel can I just. . ." He doesn't finish, and rubs at his face with both hands as he trails off.

". . . C'mon." She waits for Aaron to uncover his face and once he does she walks off, he follows her. Melissa leads him to the living room, and gestures for him to take a seat on the couch, he does so and she sits on an armchair that's angled so that they can look at each other without too much trouble. "Spill." She says, and Aaron looks at his hands.

"I'm so tired." He whispers, looking down at his hands instead of meeting his sister's eyes. "I'm just. . . It's just. . ." He huffs, frusterated with himself and unable to vocalize what he's feeling.

". . . Dad?" Aaron's shoulders tighten.

"I. . ." Melissa nods, and stands up.

"This kinda conversation needs alcohol." Aaron shakes his head.

"Sit down." He murmurs, and Melissa frowns, but does so. He glances up at her, her brow furrowed in concern as she leans on one arm of her chair, body angled towards him. "It's not that bad." He runs a hand through his hair. "It's just that. . ." He swallows. "The. . . The nightmares have started again, an-and I don't have anywhere else to go because Aph wants me to forgive him and I want to but it's. . . It's so goddamn hard, Mel." Melissa hums.

"Aaron it's okay. Healing isn't linear. This isn't a six week cast on a broken bone. Have you been going to therapy?" Aaron glances away from her gaze. "Aaron, seriously, I know it's hard, but you have to go to therapy."

"I know." She bites her lip.

"I'm not so sure you do, Aar." He looks up at the nickname, meeting her eyes again. "Aphmau doesn't always know what's best for you. I know you love her, and I do too, but seriously Aar, some things you just need to put your foot down on. 'No, I don't want to forgive dad, I'm not ready to.' And hey, maybe you never will be, I know I'm still working on that. He's not an easy man to love, Aar." Aaron sighs and slumps back on the couch, he rubs at his eyes.

"Yeah, Mel, I know. I just. . . I got used to ignoring emotions, y'know? Got used to being weird and quiet and mysterious and whatever other adjectives people used, lord knows I didn't hear all of them, but now in therapy I'm just. . . I dunno, supposed to talk about everything I repressed and ignored for years?" She reaches out and squeezes his forearm in reassurance.

"I know it's hard." She smiles sadly, "and I can't promise when, but it's gonna get easier, I promise it will. It always does."

"And if it doesn't?" His voice is quiet and unsure.

"Then you switch therapists. Or try going more often. It's hard, I know, but it won't always be." Aaron exhales, and Melissa retracts her hand. She stands up and moves over so she's in front of him, then brushes his bangs away from his face and presses a kiss to his forehead. "You're strong enough to do this, Aaron. I know you are." He smiles up at her, eyes tired.

"Thanks Mel."

(I love Them. And it's possible I'll add to this later, who knows? Not me. Just enjoy this quick lil drabble for now <3.)