Things had been frustrating Tiberius lately. The past few month had been overwhelming for him in particular following the death of his twin. He didn't remember much of the immediate weeks that followed, just locked rooms and waking nightmares. He could vaguely recall Julian begging him to speak to him, and Kit sleeping outside of his room, waiting for Ty to let him in. He felt like he had been breaking on the inside and his body had shut down as a result to keep everything from overloading his senses. What was worse was that the one person he wanted to talk to, needed to really, he felt the most distanced from. It was strange to have someone right outside of your door and yet unable to feel their presence. Ty wondered vaguely if that was what Kit felt like when it was him sleeping outside of his room when he first came to the institute. If he had wanted talk to him just as badly but was unable to find the words to say.

Ty didn't know why he was ignoring Kit, especially when all he wanted was to be near him. And Ty hated not knowing things, especially when it came to emotions. On some nights when the pain got to be too much and the loss of his sister felt like a knife cutting every nerve inside of him, he would lean on his side of the door trying to take comfort in the fact that Kit was on the other side listening for him. He remembered curling in on himself to feel his own body as if to reassure himself he was still there. He could hear Kit press his ear to the door as Ty slid down it, struggling to hear him.

"Ty what's wrong?"Kit asked through the door. Ty grasped his knees ignoring him trying to fight the growing need to feel the other boy's arms around him again. He didn't want him to see him like this, not again.

" Ty please open the door." Kit was sounding desperate. Ty shook his head fighting the desire to open the door and let him in. He couldn't rely on Kit to take Livvy's place, it was one thing to let his twin take care of him it was another to let Kit do it. He had always been sure that he could take care of himself, if he could just stop this pain that was shooting through him like a live wire, and the feeling that the ground underneath him was carrying him through a riptide. Ty's hands began fluttering in front of him as he tried to pull his concentration from the chaos around him, too bad it wasn't helping, and Kit was so close.

"Get a grip, get a grip, get a grip." Ty kept repeating to himself turning it into a sort of mantra. He should just give in and let Kit in, if he wanted to help him then he should let him right? But he didn't.

"Please..." Kit whispered.

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Hours had passed and both boys had fallen asleep lying against Ty's door. Ty's mind started to drift to consciousness, playing his dream in a weird mixture of the subconsciousness and reality.

"...Green will mend our broken hearts.

Silver for the demon towers,

And bronze to summon wicked powers."

Ty awoke still listening to the words that lingered in the back of his brain. He had dreamed of a children's rhyme he had heard when he was a small, how strange he thought. As he began to shake his post sleep grogginess, his mind snapped into a startling focus. Suddenly he saw the rhyme in chilling clarity and noticed something odd. Something he was confident know one else had noticed. Suddenly, Ty jumped to his feet and opened his bedroom door, to see Kit curled up on the floor in front of his door way. Ty's heart jumped in his throat as he looked down at the boy. A wave of affection for Kit washed over him. His golden curls covering his eyes as he slept on his side, he looked peaceful and innocent, as though he didn't have nightmares every night like Ty knew he had, like he didn't constantly wear a mask to hide his insecurities about not fitting into his new life. Ty almost woke him up to tell him about his discovery, feeling more like his old self then he had felt in a while, when Kit stirred.

"LIvvy.." Kit said, his hand that was curled by his hair clenched in a fist. Ty felt a shock rock through him as he remembered that Kit and Livvy had kissed almost a year ago. He felt himself go cold, his heart dropping into his stomach. He had never told Kit or his sister that he had seen them, he had felt uncomfortable when he witnessed it and when he thought about it later it only distressed him more. Unsure of what he should say or if he should even say anything, he decided to keep it to himself. It wasn't really any of his business anyway. Ty stood unmoving for a few minutes, Kit lying at his feet, before stepping over him and leaving Kit behind.