“Thank you, mama, I love it! Happy Valentine’s Day to you too.”

"I believe I use the demonic flavoured instructions. I might have insulted the bird after it left. But what I did is point out at the exit or the window and give it a stern look and a firm 'get out'."

"I gotta say, I only had that result with birds."

"Look at that! A deer whisperer!"

"Are you saying he's relearning basic living things?"

"A hunter who wanted a makeover? Now that's impressive."

He stared silently at his older brother getting a glimpse of what the problem was, and he wanted to ask more, but since Jude told him to move on… he wouldn't be prying. "…alright, then. So this guy, Rem, he said he was touched by you." Maybe teasing a bit would bring up Jude's mood.

"Hey! I don't know. You could have been. It's an old friend from the past that your husband thought was dead and is now alive again. I don't know how V reacted to seeing him again. I see how heated you're getting from this topic… and I don't want to pry, so unless you want to share, we can move on."

"I wasn't expecting you to know the details, I was trying to describe how weird it feels. But… all things considered, yes, I bet he is weird. A hunter who can't die, nightmare. Why did you hate him before? Were you jealous?"

He lifted his arms in a defensive gesture. "I was just offering an ear, but I get it, I won't push it." He nodded at the question. "Yes. And I don't know him, so I know know if he is weird or not, but his soul definitely is. Like… unstable, but stable. Fixed but all over the place at the same time."

"Oh, alright. I'm here if you need to talk about it, big bro." He was curious and worried for his brother. "Ah! That explains it. So he's a hunter. And the dead part explains why his soul feels weird."

"How was the trouble yours, then? And V has a shadow? Since when does he have friends?"

Why, no? It was an innocent question, V.

"A friend of the family? I haven't seen him before. And did he get you in trouble? How?"

Oh wow. Who’s that guy?

“Come on, let’s go home so you can rest.” Wes could see the tiredness written all over his mama’s face.

“Of course, you’re always welcomed, mama. And don’t worry, bro, your husbands will find you soon and get you out of there, meanwhile, relax and rest.” He teased his brother knowing there wasn’t anything else he could do.

He snickered and shook his head. “Las time he was home he basically ran away because he couldn’t stand the smell. And it’s not like he’s going anywhere like that.” He pointed at his brother rolled up in a rug.

────﹒♡﹒ ──── ❝I might be smug, but I’m still the best! Because I’m doing my best, fall for me 🖤!❞ ────﹒♡﹒ ────

“But… how? You should come rest to my house, Jude won’t come because he smells death.”

"What's wrong, mama? Is something bothering you?"

Mamaaaa! 🎶

Knocks on his brother's front door. "HELLOOOO!" He yelled from outside far too loudly, but he didn't care.

💬 Oh, you think you’re smart? 💬 No worries, big bro, it’s all good. 💬 Only if you’d ask. Which you did. So stop worrying! It’s not good for the baby.

💬 Somehow? 💬 that’s a mouthful. It has to roll out of the mouth easily. 💬 I’m fine. Had a bit of a rough week, but nothing scarring. Don’t worry. 💬 Hey, we’ll see each other in a bit. We’ll talk then. But I’m fine! I promise.

💬 It was. 💬 Nickname him Herpes. 💬 if the guy is really pissing you off, talk to Victor.

💬 Sounds like a terrific guy. 💬 Why do you allow him to be in your home? Just kick him out.

💬 Fine! Sorry! 💬 So who is it? I doubt Wy's boyfriend is around.

💬 I think I’d consider that emotional. 💬 Wow. Alright. I’ll try wrap things up faster then. 💬 So your dad’s gonna be there?

💬 Are you gonna get emotional? 💬 I love you, too. 💬 I’ll stop by later today.

💬 I really don’t want to know the details. 💬 TMI, bro. TMI.

💬 AGAIN?? 💬 Congratulations, btw!!

Because you’re old, big bro. I was teasing…

What do you mean?

I beg to differ with the old part. My brother /is/ old.

You’re mad.

Another gray day…

He stuck out his tongue as he heard the sound, but let the cat down after it was done. “I bet Jude have screamed his lungs out at the sight of the bug.”

For a moment he thought he was saying his nick name and waited for him to finish his sentence, but then he followed his gaze and let out an “Ah.” He grabbed his mama and lifted him so he would be closer to the bug. “There you go, mama.”

What happened?

Ew.

He does? Well, he’s right.

No dying! Dying is forbidden.

But we were talking about who’s the favorite child, not sibling.

You know that’s not the same.

He really is the favorite.

Sorry, bro.

We all know it, brother.

Oh gawd.