Reasons
Hidden from view and leaning against an outside wall of Blood Pledge, Wolfram let out an annoyed sigh, while he watched his brother and fiancé from afar, as they shared their special baseball bond, tossing the worn ball back and forth, and back and forth. He honestly didn't see how they couldn't get bored of that within five minutes. Then again maybe they just liked being in each others company. That thought pulled another annoyed grunt out of him though, and he slammed his head back against the hard stone wall, as though it could rid him of the thoughts currently plaguing his mind.
"Ow." He let out a low hiss of pain. Well that wall apparently was of no good use.
Since he couldn't beat the thoughts out, maybe he could find a logical reasoning behind them, and then maybe he could figure a way to get rid of those damn emotions, surging through him.
Staring carefully at the two figures, still tossing around the ball, he slowly tried to think out all the reasons they liked being in each other's company.
Yuuri was just Yuuri. Did he even need another reason? But Conrad, now why did Yuuri always want to hang out with him? Well they shared that dumb sport. Conrad always seemed to be there when Yuuri needed him. Conrad cared deeply for Yuuri. Conrad somehow always seemed to be able to calm down or cheer up Yuuri. Conrad always- Ugh! He bashed his head back against the wall again. Dammit, why was it so hard?! There were so many logical reasons for Yuuri to like Conrad, but why in hell should he feel the same way?! Why should he long for that damned half-breed to look at him the way he always looked at Yuuri? Why should he long for anything at all from him? And why couldn't he come up with one singular, logical reason for his feelings towards his half-brother? He just couldn't. Part of him didn't even want to try and come up with one. Something like the two of them together could never happen. It should never happen. Therefore he would hide the disgust he felt over himself and his feelings, behind the disgust he had once held for Conrad, and he'd get by, if only by holding onto Yuuri and keeping him away from the man he actually longed for.
He frowned feeling his heart skip, as the two in question moved closer to talk, leaving their mitts and ball discarded in front of them, and dropping down to sit in the short grass. Still frowning he watched the older man, his eyes filled with the sadness and wanting, that he'd never admit. He would still yell at him for taking Yuuri's attention away, still call him "Weller," with a beyond pissed off tone, still slap away his hand, still continue to act like a spoiled little brat whenever he saw him and Yuuri together, still keep up everything he did before… In fact, the only thing that was different now was his reason.
