Pairing: Onesided Hank/Evan

Warnings: Slashy, incesty feelings

Author's Notes: More on the side of Evan!torture than Hank this time. Updates are going to be spaced out more, since I'm starting school on Tuesday. (No, I still haven't written that essay either. XD) Review, dolls!

Hank came home one day to find Evan curled up on the couch, tears running silently down his face.

"Evan? What's wrong?" Hank knelt down in front of him.

Evan didn't even look at him, just continued to stare blankly at the wall and cry.

"Ev, talk to me." Hank placed his hand on Evan's shoulder gently.

"I'm a idiot." The words were soft, the voice hoarse.

Hank resisted making a joke here and asked what he meant.

"I fell in love with the one person I can never have. Never was supposed to love like this because it's sick and wrong." The words were still soft, betraying how filled with pain they were.

"You mean Divya? I'm sure she likes you." Hank tried to comfort his younger brother. Though if he did mean Divya, then that last part really didn't make sense, but whatever. Focus Hank.

"No, not Divya, though that would be easier." Evan blinked and shook his head.

"Then who?" Hank asked.

"Can't tell you." Evan wiped away the tears from his face and glanced down at Hank.

"Come on, Evan, we tell each other everything." Hank protested, taking a seat next to him.

"Believe me, you're better off not knowing this. Hell, I wish I didn't know this." Evan scrubbed his hands down his face.

"Evan, what does that mean? What are you talking about?" Hank was confused.

"Nothing. Just forget I said anything." Evan stood up from the couch.

Hank caught his wrist. "Please, tell me."

Evan pressed his lips together and looked away, eyes filled with tears again.

"Please." Hank tugged Evan back down beside him.

"Do you really want to know? Because I know you won't like the answer." Evan refused to meet Hank's eyes.

"Evan, just tell me." Hank demanded.

"Fine. It's....it's....you." The words were whispered so quietly that Hank would have missed them had he not been sitting right next to him.

"I....what?" Hank was at a loss for words.

"You heard me." Evan said, staring at the floor.

Suddenly Hank burst out laughing. "Good one, Evan. The crying and everything. You really got me with this one." Hank slapped him on the back, expecting Evan to be laughing right along with him.

Evan wasn't. He just looked heartbroken.

"Evan?" Hank asked, sobering up.

"It's not a joke." Evan mumbled.

"You mean, you really...." Hank trailed off, unable to finish that sentence.

"Love you like that? Yeah." Evan nodded.

"But......why?" Hank was trying very hard not to freak out. This was still his little brother and he needed Hank. No matter what. He had promised himself and his mother after his father left that he would always be there for Evan and protect him.

"I've been asking myself that and still haven't figured out why." Evan shook his head.

"Well, I'm sure we can work through this. It's probably just a phase, and you're confused." Hank tried to reassure both of them.

"Hank, I'm not a teenager anymore. I don't have phases and I'm not confused. I know how I feel. I'm not particularly happy about it, since you will never feel the same, but what can I do?" Evan swallowed thickly, tears threatening again.

"I don't know what to say." Hank muttered.

"So don't say anything. Just say you don't hate me." Evan looked back at him desperately.

Hank shook his head. "I don't think I could ever hate you, but I need some space, okay?"

"Yeah, sure. Whatever you need, man." Evan walked into his bedroom, leaving Hank sitting on the couch alone.

Hank had no idea how they were going to handle this.