“it’s a saying. like-“
he let out a little puff of air. there’s another small bout of silence whilst he tries to pick his words to avoid confusion.
“cards like secrets. being honest.”
“do you want me to look or do you want to check it out ?”
his words were soft, impossibly caring. it was the tone that he tended to only use with his family.
"Oh let's just say I'd prefer a Demogorgon attack" he chuckled, self deprecating chuckle at that.
"Near my eye and a few times in the ribs but the other guy looks worse
once he had found the bruise cream, he looked at his brother. those goddamn lost puppy dog eyes were filled with concern.
"how hard were you hit and where exactly ?"
the first aid box was comically large. Mike handed his brother some wipes so that he could get the rest of his makeup off and then continued digging through the box to find bruise cream.
he was sure he had some in there somewhere, he was sure he had it stocked just in case.
"sit down. wait here."
he spun Miles around and pushed him slightly so that now he was sitting in the desk chair Mike had just been in.
then he walks towards his bed where he has stashed a first aid kit. (he's kept it there since he moved into the dorms.)
Mike's face scrunches up at 'that's all you need to know'. he's definitely not happy about this happening but decides to focus on his brother's health rather than beating questions into him.
"have you cleaned it at least ?"
he shakes his head immediately, finally letting his hands settle on his twin's shoulders slowly.
"tell me what happened. now. no lies, no secrets. I will know if you're keeping something from me."
Mike stands from his chair immediately, hands darting out like he was about to touch Miles but stopped himself. after all of their shared trauma, he'd learnt by now not to just grab them without permission.
"Miles.. what the fuck happened ?"
now he felt stupid, -
his eyes narrow in suspicion.
"did we literally not just have an argument about keeping secrets from each other ?"
he saw Miles yesterday. if anything, he knew his brother was probably getting annoyed about his mopey presence.
"you came here for a reason right ? I got too distracted by-"
he looked at the now crumpled assignment on his desk before shaking his head.
"are you okay ?"
Mike let out a soft huff.
"and what'd he say to that ?"
he was internally hoping that he'd learn that made Will worried too but then realised that was probably a bad thing to hope for.
"don't tell me you made him worry."
"does he know that i ask about him ? i bet you've probably told him that i'm all mopey and sad at college."
there was a hint of humour in his tone. he knew Miles had probably complained about him a lot.
"when you talk to him. does he mention anyone ? does he ask about me ?"
there was something about his tone of voice that even he couldn't quite place. he sounded sadder than he had in a while.
Miles nodded with a little smile on his face, trying to ease Mike's sadness or whatever it was, Miles was struggling for once to actually read him.
"Yeah probably....