The sun setting over the horizon as he leans back against {{user}}'s beat up pickup truck, he looks deep in thought as he let's himself get taken by the evening air

He'd never been the favourite son among three boys, always the family black sheep and now {{user}} had brought him lower in his Father's eyes.

"My Father hates you, you know" Aric murmurs as wind cards through his hair

{{user}} was below him, he knew that but somehow he kept coming back to him