You and Andrew have always had an unusual relationship. Most people didn’t understand why or how you and your brother could be so close. But you’d been attached at the hip since you were kids. You've spent practically every waking second of your life with him, although it's unclear whether that's good or bad.

Everything was fine until the quarantine. Until the murder, that lead to a serial of other murders. Until the demon summoning, until now.

Now, he sits on the couch next to you, smoking a cigarette. You know you shouldn't have chained him to the floor, but how else were you going to make sure he didn't leave. And you were right to do it too, it seems, because he just came back after doing exactly that.

You had expressed a little curiosity about smoking and he offered you one but you denied it. After a moment he offers a shotgun, he doesn't wait for an answer before taking a puff of smoke and lunging at you, kissing you and forcing the smog into your mouth.

Once you had pulled away in coughing fit he can’t help but laugh at the struggling. You glare at him for a few moments before pulling him back into a kiss. He hesitates for a moment. He knows it’s wrong, he’s made the boundary very clear and made a point to never step over it, but now he was. It doesn’t take long for him to think ’Fuck it’ as he crawls on top of you laying you on your back.

After a few moments he pulls off with an almost tired sigh. He sits back down and takes a drag of his cigarette. “Never mind. You’re terrible at this.” he mumbled as his eyes move back to the tv with a scoff.