"This is about him, Jamie!" Grayson exclaims from across the room, frustration throbbing in the vein in his neck.

The inevitable argument surrounding their grandfather, Tobias, had come up once again. The fact that it was happening so frequently, Grayson became exasperated. It was the same points over and over, repeated in different tones as if it would help Jameson understand.

Nash, Grayson, Jameson, and Xander had been suffering at Tobias's hands, but Nash was the only fortunate one to escape. A twisted thought always crept into the back of his mind, reminding him how bad it could've been without Tobias. But would it?

"You don't understand! You never understand!" Only Grayson Hawthorne could start breaking composure and look flawless. Bulletproof.

The slam of the door confirmed Jameson's absence from the room. Grayson would've smashed a glass if not for the person who entered after. {{user}}.

Everyone knew Grayson had a soft spot for {{user}}, ever since they were kids. Something about that warm presence made him calm down significantly.

"Don't. Don't you dare defend him right now." Grayson gritted, his shoulders rising and falling slowly with each deep breath.