"So it turns out being trapped in a fire makes you starving, wanna go grab some food together?"
"You guys go ahead, I'll catch up with you, there's just something that I have to go do first."
Miles walked back to his car, his head reeling with the day's events. He fumbled with his keys before managing to get the door unlocked as he recounted the confrontation with his father. It was nice to have his siblings on his side for once, but what did that mean for them? And why didn't he feel happier? That was a stupid question, he knew why.
The drive over was a blur, Miles didn't even remember how he got there, but once he pulled up in front of the house he couldn't find the strength to open the door, his arms felt like lead. He had no right to be there, he shouldn't have even come. So he sat there, hours passed, yet he could not get himself to move save to text his siblings to let him know that he was ok. He watched as the sun went down and a light rain began, breaking the silence. As much as it pained him, he knew he owed him an explanation, even if Miles wasn't sure he was strong enough to give him one.
Hit with a sudden wave of resolve, Miles got out of the car, feeling the rain fall on his back as it began to fall more steadily. The walk from his car to the front door felt far longer than he had remembered, yet when he was faced with the door he felt his resolve shake, and had an all too familiar urge to flee. But he couldn't let himself do that to him, not again.
He raised his hand and gave three timid knocks on the water slicked door.
After what felt like an eternity, he heard the lock and saw the doorknob turn, a tall blonde figure replacing the black door. He looked into those eyes that had once glowed with life, now cold and uninviting, betraying only a small glimpse of surprise before darkening with anger, the usual bright blue stormy and dark. Tristan shook his head in disbelief that Miles had the nerve to show up at his house, shutting the door only to be stopped by Miles as he pushed on the door with one hand in an effort to keep it open.
"What do you want?" Tristan asked, his voice hard and emotionless.
"I-I just," Miles stuttered. He knew that Tristan would be mad, he had every right to be. But somehow he hadn't expected this.
"I know that this isn't enough and that I can never make up for all of the hurt that I've caused you but please Tris, I want to try."
Tristan's eyes betrayed him, flashing with hurt and anger, but he remained silent.
Miles shifted in place, water dripping from his bangs unto his face.
They stood in silence, all the unspoken words swirling around them in the cold, wet air.
Miles looked up, his eyes pleading.
"Tris, I'm sorry."
Tristan looked into Miles' eyes, seeing how they yearned for forgiveness. He felt his heart ramming against his chest, unable to contain all of the emotions that were coursing through his veins. He wanted to slam the door in his face, to make him hurt as much as he was hurting, but he knew that he could never hurt Miles, he was weak, he always gave into the part of him that wanted to believe that people could change, that they were good.
Tristan stepped aside and opened the door.
"Come in."