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[When Fynn finally makes it through the front door, he is greeted by Ardyn, who takes one look at him and immediately is at his side. Never mind how terrible he looks from being utterly exhausted due to healing nearly half of his teammates -- he moves over to Fynn, alarmingly eying all that blood on his shirt, and noticing the limp.]

Fynn?

[Protective big brother mode kicks in almost immediately. What the actual hell.]

What on earth happened to you? Are you still bleeding? [That blood better just be remnants from his wounds.]

[Despite how pathetic he looks, Fynn can't help but laugh when he sees his brother.]

Holy hell! You look like death warmed over. [In amidst of his nonchalant laughter, Fynn does end up wincing a few times once Ardyn helps him inside. Unfortunately, some of that blood on his shirt is indeed fresh judging from the bright red. No one knows how this idiot managed to survive but here he is; King of the Idiots.]

Ow, ow, ow! Be gentle! Now is not the time for brotherly roughhousing.

[A not so funny joke to offshoot the tension here.]

I've had a really crappy week, nothing too serious. Battled some monsters, fought some bat golem nonsense, psychotic monkeys, electric mutant humanoid rats...ya know?

The usual.

[Ardyn helps him inside, being simultaneously careful when Fynn winces, but expediting it all the same. His little brother can joke all he wants, Ardyn is merely in Worrying mode right now, and will remain as such until he sees just what's wrong with Fynn.

And so, all the joking and even the off-handed remarks about monsters will be waved away, all for the sake of:]

Let me see it. Where you're bleeding.

[He wants to look at the wound, though he makes sure Fynn is seated on the couch before he requests this.]

[Finally on something soft for a change, Fynn cuts the nonsense long enough to reveal the injury that's been haunting since the last explosive day of the convention. Something about the convention caught his eye well enough to possess him to return and this the price he paid. His own curiosity lead him astray once he realized Retrospec were sponsoring the event. Had he never went back to investigate, none of this would've happened.]

Brace yourself. [He warns as he rolls up the right side if his shirt.] It's not pretty. Soujirou and the gang tried to seal the wound but his first aid skills aren't too great.

[In all truth, Soujirou didn't do but so badly. However, the bandages wrapped around his torso already begun to loosen some and were heavily stained with blood, some still wet. The injury underneath is a ten inch gash that's still red from the start of an infection. It travels down the side along the ribcage onto the side of his abdomen.]

Used plenty of antiseptic but....definitely stitches are needed.

[He should've went to the hospital when Togusa told him.]

Funny, now that I'm here...it's hurting all over again.

Fynn... [He practically hisses his name through his teeth, looking at the bloodied bandages. They're sloppily done, or at least they appear that way now, considering how they're falling loose in some places. Ardyn might not be a doctor, but he's already taking it upon himself to undo the bandages so he can take a better look.

When he sees a gash that is as long as it is painful-looking, he gives his little brother the most disapproving look.]

You idiot. You should be in the hospital for this, not walking about like nothing's happened.

[He is now Super Concerned, okay.]

[That look. It's that look that makes Fynn avert his gaze.

He hates it whenever Ardyn looks at him like that. The disapproval within his brother's tone is tangible much like the worry that lingers. He feels awful, so awful, for being the cause of such concern. It takes him back to his heydays as a reckless kid. Fynn never knew how to behave and it always cost him something.]

I'm sorry. [He manages to say as he keeps his gaze downcast. By now, even Erebus, Ardyn's little black cat showed up to see what's all the fuss is about. That telltale streak of black fur gives the feline away once it hops onto the arm of the couch.]

I made a bad call. Got too caught up with work.

[Reckless. Horribly reckless! Just why didn't that fool seek a hospital? It's obvious he's injured, so what gives?]

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[The look is a familiar one, one that perhaps runs through the Izunia family line. Their father wore it quite well, and Ardyn wields it just as affectively. The you should know better, look.

However, though their father utilized it to guilt others, Ardyn only wears it because of his growing concern.]

This is more than a bad call. What if something happened to you between then and now? If no one was able to help you?

[He finishes undoing the bandages, setting them aside for now. Fynn's wound still leaks at the edges, which is not at all promising.]

If you end up dying for me because of your recklessness, I'll never forgive you for it.

[Fynn knows he's been reckless before but this takes the cake. Just what on earth was he thinking? That's something Fynn can't even answer as he listens to his brother. There's one thing to be selfless but another thing to be absolutely foolish. If it hadn't been Aizawa and the rest of his makeshift team, Fynn probably would've died.

Hell, he's certain of it now that he realizes just how bad this wound is. Togusa even told him to get to a hospital and his still refused, why? Fynn honestly doesn't know why but he can't afford to be this reckless again.]

I'm sorry. [He says shakily without much of his usual bravado.] I don't...want you living with that kind of guilt.

[That budding sense of shame is starting to really gnaw at him now.]

I won't do this again, Ardyn. [Finally he dares to look at his brother, those familiar blue eyes bright with earnest.] I swear it.

[He's quiet for a moment, still working, still frowning. Grell had given him a first-aid kit to bring with him on his next few adventures into the forest bunker, but right now he's honestly considering using it on Fynn instead. But-- no, that's not true. His magic is his first consideration, one in which he's leaning heavily towards, even if it means the pain might be highly unpleasant for him in return.

Finally, once the bandages are taken care of, he offers:]

Good. I'm holding you to it. [And then, in a lower tone:] You realize I wouldn't know what to do with myself if you were gone? Consider that for a moment, before you do anything foolish again.

[An exhale when he leans back, eying the wound critically.]

Let me heal you.

[That slight confession has Fynn thinking for once. Honestly, how would his brother handle his death? What if he didn't come home this time? Just how badly would poor Ardyn fall apart here? Fynn doesn't want to think about that outcome because just the thought alone makes those unshed tears want to fall.

He's really been awfully selfish as of late, huh? Fynn never thinks about how his decisions would effect Ardyn. Just never.]

I will. [He whispers quietly with a slight sniffle. Forget the wounds, man. Fynn is more concerned about his brother than himself. He knew Ardyn would offer to heal him and he wants to decline but he needs to be back in tiptop shape soon.

His team, his colleagues, he has people waiting for him.]

...Alright.

[He won't say anything more until the process is finished then. Fynn has seen it before, of course -- his healing, the way his hands glow when and the pain transfers to his person. But it had been a small cut when he had first used it with his brother, not a large gash across his torso. This time, when he takes his brother's hand, the pain will go away as before, but it's a far more prominent one to burden himself with. Ardyn is already so tired from healing others from his team, so he can't quite hide the frown that splinters across his features as he heals Fynn. Good god, that hurts... Fynn, you really were being an idiot, he thinks.

He's stubborn, at least, refusing to stop until he watches skin heal completely, scarring and all.]

[Those bright blue eyes widen with some alarm once Ardyn's hand began to glow. The very concept of magic still baffles and almost frightens Fynn but he has come to terms with his brother's unique ability. However, that doesn't mean he's accustomed to all this. If there's one thing Fynn hates to see, it's his older brother in any form of distress. That slight wince followed by the making of a frown is enough to cause those tears finally fall. Fynn doesn't care too much if he gets hurt but he cares a lot about his brother.

The fact that he's hurting Ardyn makes the man snatch away his hand in favor of throwing his arms around his brother. Fynn hugs him tightly as he just buries his face within Ardyn's clothes. While the wound is partially healed at best thanks to his disruption, Fynn honestly couldn't care any less if there's a scar or two left behind. He just doesn't want his brother to injure himself at his accord.

No, that's definitely not what he wants. Their family hurt Ardyn enough all those years ago. Fynn refuses to become a burden like their parents were.

He utterly refuses.]

[He's caught off-guard when Fynn pushes his hand away, and throws his arms around him in an embrace. His eyes widen, and for a second he completely forgets about the pain coursing across his torso in an angled line, too lost in the surprise to quite parse what's going on.

He thought, for a second, that he saw tears in Fynn's eyes before he latched onto him, burying his face in his clothes. He hesitates for a second, feeling something like a mix of sympathy and concern in his chest, before he puts his arms around his brother in return. He just sits there for a second like that, and then words come to him.]

Fynn... why are you crying?

[He hadn't meant to guilt his younger brother in quite that capacity.]

Because it's my fault! [Fynn manages to say once the tears subside some.] It's my fault that I'm hurting you!

[His embrace tightens around Ardyn after that sudden outburst but eventually he calms. Fynn's grip around his brother loosens some as those tears finally stop falling. He doesn't dare look at his brother now, so he tries to obscure his face however he can. Fynn honestly feels bad for losing his composure like this, especially since it would only worry Ardyn further. If anyone should feel guilty here, it's Fynn.]

Our parents, mom and dad...they've hurt you. [He whispers as he gently pulls away.] They hurt you so bad that you still can't forgive them.

I...I didn't want to hurt you either. Your ability to heal is something truly wonderful and magical but it hurts you.

[Fynn takes a deep breath as he dares to continue. It's not like him to be so honest.]

I was scared for a long time you would resent me as much as you resented them. I vowed not to be a burden to you. To not be anything like our parents but here we are.

[An uneasy sigh escapes him as he peeks up at Ardyn with such a gloomy smile.]

I'm hurting you. My own stupidity is hurting you.

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Fynn...

[Some part of Ardyn does hurt when Fynn says that, but it isn't because of what his brother claims. He's quick to correct, looking at him, as if that'll make his younger brother meet his gaze.]

Look at me.

[It has the edge of a command to it, but there's something also apologetic there.]

You're nothing at all like mom and dad. Do you understand that? You were never a burden. Why on earth would you think that?

[Ardyn went out of his way to spend time with his brother, to guide him and to keep him company when they were growing up, simply because he loved him. Not because he felt some wayward, inconvenient obligation.]

[It takes Fynn a moment to believe his brother but eventually the words sink in. He stares at Ardyn with a hint of uncertainty that eventually gets washed away with relief. As much as he likes to joke around with Ardyn and even tease him, his brother's opinion of him matters more than all the gold in the world. It's always been like that, hasn't it? Fynn constantly trying to win his tiresome brother's approval.]

Right. [He let's out another slight sigh.] I still stand by what I said. I didn't mean to end up hurting you like this.

[He takes his brother's hand within his with a faint smile.]

I need to make this up to you, Ardyn. I can already see how tired you are. I swear once all this nonsense ends, I'm taking time off so I can help you out for a change.

[His smile brightens some.]

That's what brothers do, right? I need to make sure you don't wear yourself out.

[He lets Fynn take his hand, returning the smile now that his words have relieved his younger brother. It's a little lopsided, but it's sincere enough. They may bicker and throw their own versions of snark at each other -- like most brothers do -- but Ardyn has and always will care for the well-being of Fynn.]

You really don’t have to. You know that I’m choosing to take on others’ pain when I do this; it’s not because of some tiresome obligation, but merely because I want to help.

[The compulsion of a bleeding heart.]

Though if you’d like to spend more time together when this is all over, since we haven’t the chance with all the nonsense happening in the city, I wouldn’t mind it.

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