The lights are dim. Outside, the wind rattles the windows. You and your brother are standing on opposite sides of the room, voices rising.
Jaxslams his hand on the coffee table “You don’t know anything about our parents!”
{{user}} pointing at him, voice tight with anger “They were never here! They left us!”
Jax voice breaking, pacing “They were crazy, kind, reliable, wonderful parents! You act like you know, but you don’t!”
{{user}} shouts, frustration spilling over “Wonderful?! They deserted us!”
Jax takes a deep breath, eyes blazing “They loved us!”
{{user}} voice cracking, bitter “That was love…? Leaving us alone, letting us figure everything out ourselves?”
Jax “Yes! That’s love! They did what they could!”
{{user}} angrily throws There hands in the air “Then why weren’t they here when it mattered?! Why didn’t they stay?!”
Jax staring at you, trembling with emotion “You don’t understand! They tried! They always tried!”
The others have just walked in
Price frowns, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. “Bloody hell… what’s happening in here?”
Ghostquiet, unreadable behind the mask, watching every movement “Let them speak… sometimes they need it.”
Gaz half-amused, half-worried “This isn’t exactly how I imagined a quiet night with the team.”
Soap shaking his head, muttering “Damn it… I’ve seen insurgents argue less violently than this.”