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Miles' brain was scramblnig for some sort of excuse to get out of this conversation, but it was soon clear he didn't need to think of anything. He sighed in relief when the older man excused himself, smiling just a little too brightly at his excuses. "Oh, no problem. Maybe some other time." He...

Miles knew it wasn't normal to be scared of Rupert, of the mere mention of his name. But he was. The moment this man said he was Rupert's friend, Miles wanted to run away from him. His mind immediately decided Rupert must have sent him to spy on him, though he knew somewhere that was ridiculous...

Miles was a little reassured that the other man seemed to agree, though he still felt a little uncomfortable talking to a stranger. He always worried he'd say something wrong. He took a small bite of his ice cream and nearly choked on it as the older man mentioned Rupert. His eyes widened and he...

Miles was managing to keep his worries at ease slightly, pushing them away with thoughts of nice things. He jumped when someone spoke to him, turning to the voice in alarm and nearly dropping the ice cream onto his lap. "Oh! Hello." He said quickly, making sure to balance the ice cream before...

Miles had been busy lately. Between work, spending time with Oscar and fretting endlessly about the proposal, he hadn't had much time for himself lately. He had decided to take a little shopping trip today, heading to Flourish & Blott's to pick up some new books. He had bought himself a few...

Miles looked away from his brother, not meeting his gaze even slightly. He stared resolutely at the wall as if he couldn’t hear him, even though Rupert’s words did connect with him. The only indicator of that was a slight tremble of his lower lip. As he looked away silently, Miles could only...

As illogical as Rupert’s point was, he was able to make it sound almost reasonable. It was really no wonder he had nearly won the election. Miles was glad he hadn’t won entirely, he was a terrifying force. “You could have just told me.” He said softly. “You could have done anything else.” He...

Miles let out a small, disbelieving laugh. How was Rupert always able to twist things so they wouldn’t sound so bad? “There was no other way to do that?” He asked him, finally meeting his eyes. “I never asked you to do that, to test him- to do any of it. You wanted to and you didn’t care what it...

Miles felt the almost overwhelming urge to go to Rupert and hug him when he saw the desperation in his eyes, but he stopped himself. He swallowed thickly as his brother compared what he had done to stealing pudding, and was immediately glad he hadn’t gone for the hug. Miles felt tears...

Miles tensed as Rupert raised his voice. This was somethign he had almost never seen, Rupert was always so calm and collected, never like this. Miles stared at him, eyes wide. But the answer he gave didn’t… do anything for Miles. He still couldn’t wrap his mind around it, about hurting someone...

Miles hadn’t meant to shout at his brother, but the words had escaped despite himself. He watched his brother as he turned. “I know there’s nothing you can do.” He said, voice a little shaky. “Not unless you can somehow reverse the nearly thirty years of anxiety and trust issues I’ve had to deal...

Despite himself, Miles felt increasingly guilty as he watched Rupert. A part of him wanted to take it back, to give his brother the first hug they had shared in over three decades. But he couldn’t. He watched him go with sadness in his eyes. “I know you tried, and I appreciate that.” He said...

Miles knew Rupert, even after all these years. He could tell he had really gotten under his skin, and that made him feel conflicted. But didn’t Rupert understand it was his own fault that they were in this position? Miles realized suddenly that he truly didn’t. Or if he did, he thought that he...

Miles still knew Rupert well enough to see when something actually affected him, and he was fairly sure he had managed that just now. He felt a twinge of… regret? Guilt? But buried it quickly. Rupert had no respect for Miles’ boundaries, if he truly wanted to make things better he would have let...

Miles hated how he sounded when he argued with his brother, Rupert somehow always managed to make himself sound reasonable and mature while Miles sounded childish and petty. He took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose for a moment before letting go. "Rupert, what is it exactly that...

As theatrical as Rupert acted, Miles knew his words had at least somewhat hit their mark, it made him smile slightly. Any bit of hurt he could give Rupert was a win in his books. Miles snorted in derision at Rupert's words. "Your version of work is just charming or cheating people until you get...

Miles sighed softly as Rupert started to boast. He looked at him, unimpressed as he picked up his teacup. He inwardly cursed himself for doing so and put it down again, he wasn't going to go along with this, he wasn't. "I'm surprised because you've never done a day of decent work in your life."...

Miles knew he couldn't get Rupert to leave, not until he had done or said whatever he had come here for. Angrily, Miles dropped down in a chair, pointedly not looking at his tea. "I give you a month." He said angrily. "Before they see right through you and kick you out."

Miles couldn't stand the sight of Rupert just sitting there, touching Miles' things, drinking Miles' tea. He acted like he belonged there, as if it didn't matter that this was Miles' house and not his own. Miles grit his teeth. "I don't want your tea. I want you to go. I don't care about the...