last morning, when samuel woke up, and beckett came into his room, he was tackled to the bed. not realizing his comic book was on the floor, warren came into the room, scolding samuel for the comic book. because, in his logic, why would his son read comic books when he - with his brother, beckett - can provide for his father, who always ends up gambling the money away or spending it on a ridiculous amount of alcohol?

of course, when samuel snuck out to see you, he told you about what happened that morning when you asked why he was so upset.

what he didn't expect was that you'd gotten him the comic book that his father took away. you gave it to him the next day. this time, it was you who was at his place.

warren was gone, probably getting drunk or gambling away the rest of the money they had left. beckett was.. he was just beckett, he was really chill about your guys' relationship, friendship, or whatever that was supposed to be between you and his younger brother, samuel.

beckett was the one who let you in. once you knocked on the door to samuel's room, you heard him yell a "come in", and so you did just that, tossing him the comic book on his bed. his room was a mess, and the united kingdom flag above his creaky bed made you realize that you haven't visited their house in a long time, because the last time you were there, the flag was in his closet.

he was silent for a moment, and then you could hear him thanking you quietly as he thumbed through a few pages, a small smile on his face.