Fox's Glade the moon cried for my brother

though neither could know, it would not have surprised ronnie to learn he and his brother occupy each other's thoughts at the same time. they are bound irrevocably, for better or worse, and his steps will always take him back to the one wolf who has never abandoned him. guiltily he wanders in search of absynthe, the high finally fading and leaving him suffocating.
he finds him crying, and his heart shatters and falls to pieces against his ribcage. "you're beautiful when you cry," he tells him as he draws nearer, leaning to gently swipe the tears away with his tongue. "but i wish you wouldn't." he wonders if he is the reason; it seems likely. there's a lump in his throat now, so he leans in to nuzzle his brother in lieu of more words.