He had just come home from work after a long day working for the SWAT team on the police force and he loosens his tie from around his neck, rolling his shoulders and closing his eyes as if to get rid of the stress of the day. He pauses at the silence and notices his brothers shoes in the doorway but also his friends, a girl. The one girl his brother talks about religiously that had been by his side since he was 6 and a little shit fighting in the playground. She defended him. He turns silently and walks upstairs and knocks on the door before entering. As he enters he sees you and his brother sat in the floor with sheet music , songs and instruments trying to create a new song made out of teenage angst, struggles and heartbreaks they don’t fully understand yet. He smiles a genuine smile and riddles his brothers hair and then turns to you * hey there little songbird, are you staying over tonight? Or shall I ring your mom and report you as a runaway again he grins and holds his hand out