B's Note - Just a short drabble for a friend from a while ago. Some sibling feels included but it's vague as hell.
[R&R/Constructive Criticism is welcome but not required]
It was obvious something was bothering the Mastermind, though none of them could place the cause. There were a few reasons to cause him to be upset, but Houston had a hunch. Their bond was not totally repaired, that could be pinned on the younger who was not completely forgiving of the past. He was slowly letting Dallas at least some what back into a bit of closeness, but preferred the silence.
Finding the other down at the shooting range, it was better to channel what ever emotions or mental troubles into that then holding it in and causing more problems. He didn't move closer, at least not while the other was firing his gun. Dallas knew he was there, but didn't speak yet, not until he'd emptied the clip into the poor wooden standee.
"We all know something's messing with you, Dallas. You don't have to say anything but just hear me out." The ghost leaned against the door frame. "They don't wanna come force you to talk about feelings, but I'm your brother so I should be first to show up with concern. What ever has got you feeling like this, if it's something we can fix then let your family help. It doesn't have to be me, Hoxton, Chains or Wolf could do it You take care of all of them, even the newer members like Dragan and Bonnie. If you're upset then we're upset because we want to help you but don't know if we're allowed. If this is something Hoxton's done, I'm not getting involved but he may wake up being tazed for messing with you."
This wasn't the silence he'd like to be in, but if his brother was listening that's what counted. "I don't always let you in, because I'm stubborn and still pissed about the fake death thing. I'll deal with that, but it scared me to think the the brother who I thought was the greatest person ever, with his flaws, was gone. I don't know if this mood drop is because Crimenet is getting more younger heisters and you're about to have a mid-life crisis."
This time he looked at his brother, something he hadn't done often outside of pre-planning for a heist. "I may not agree with you all the time, but you're my family. Words are fucking hard, but I care alright? Just not as openly as I used to."