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(sorry darling i am dry for the first one? nothing comes to mind?? except having her die in a fire and uuuuh i don’t want to kill Ley :((( ) (the line was “stop, wait ! she’s still in there! she’s still in there!”)

8- “I know we aren’t really talking right now, but please, call me back. It’s important.”

“I know we aren’t really talking right now, but please, call me back. It’s important,” Tin says into his phone, his grip on Can’s hand tightening as he hangs up. Can rubs soothing circles inside Tin’s palm, quiet for once, and they let the silence surround them for a while. 

Tin drops his head with a heavy sigh, slowly leaning into Can’s waiting shoulder. 

“I should stop trying to reach her. She didn’t care before, why would she care now?” Tin asks, mostly to the air. “I don’t know why I even tried.”

“Because for better or worse she’s your mother and you still want her to be a part of your life?”

“She doesn’t want me in hers,” Tin says, “so it’s up to her now. I reached out. It’s her call.”

He looks up at Can, and he wills his eyes to be dry. “Besides, you’re my “for better or worse” now, Cantaloupe. That’s enough for me.”

 

18- “I didn’t come here to talk to you. Where is he?”

Can doesn’t really know why he’s standing in front of Tin’s family mansion in the middle of the night, except that he can’t sleep and images of Tin petting his hair, kissing his cheek, kissing his lips, are running through his mind again and again. He cannot sleep. It’s Tin’s fault. Tin has to fix this.

He’s surprised when it isn’t Tin that answers the door, which he blames on the sleep-deprivation, which is again Tin’s fault. Normally, he would have thought of maybe calling Tin once he got to the door, to make sure he would be the one to open it instead of what looks like his half-brother, if Can remembers correctly from his sister’s frenzied internet Tin stalking.

Before Tul can open his mouth, Can lifts his hand to stop him.

“I didn’t come here to talk to you. Where is he?”

Tul looks Can up and down with a barely concealed sneer. “So you’re the reason Tin’s been weird- well, weirder than usual for a while, uh? He always had shitty taste,” Tul grins, but his eyes are cold and calculating and Can wants to sucker-punch the smile off his face.

He starts to shift his weight on his hips, turning to get enough momentum as he readies his fist. Tul doesn’t seem to move, but the second Can throws his fist at him, Tul catches it easily in a death-grip, grinding Can’s fingers together until Can gasps in pain.

“Aren’t you cute? Go, before I change my mind,” Tul nods towards the staircase, letting go of Can’s fist as if it were some trash he picked up. “Last bedroom to the right. Tell Tin I said hi.”

Thank you sweetie! 💕 I don’t want to sound sadistic but I like stories featuring Tin’s family when it allows Can to comfort him, to be there for him in contrast to how his family always lets him down. ‘Besides, you’re my “for better or worse” now, Cantaloupe’ is both such a sweet and such a heartbreaking line!