Author's Note: I planned to get this update written much earlier but then Sweden was given the hottest summer in over 200 years and my brain practically melted.
That being said any mistakes made is the weather's fault :)

Also I was accepted into a writing course at the university and it's thanks to my fanfiction writing, and all the motivating words from readers, that I had the motivation to apply to it so I just want to say a big thank you for giving me confidence in my writing :)

CHAPTER 13

Even if he had made a deal with the suit, Mozzie was still afraid of being separated.
There was always a chance that there was no one willing to take them both and they would be forced to go different ways, deal or no deal.
If that would be the case, Mozzie had no back up plan and that scared him but he tried to not show it.
Every time Neal looked at him with those big blue eyes that were filled with fear, Mozzie assured him that they would be sticking together.
He just really hoped that they wouldn't make him a liar.
It felt like it took an eternity before the suit finally returned and when he did, he was looking through some folders.

"Your name is Mozart?"

The suit asked with an amused smile and Mozzie answered him by giving him a not so amused look while Neal giggled next to him.
Mozzie could still remember the day that their father was forced to sit down with him and explain to him how a stupid, drunken bet had given him his name.
Apparently, their parents had argued quite a lot about his name but his mother had eventually given in on the conditions that they used the nickname "Mozzie" and that she got to name all other children.
Mozzie was eager to move away from the subject and instead move on to where they were going to stay.
The suit's answer put a smile on Neal's face while it did the complete opposite to Mozzie, sure he would stay with his brother but there was no way he would stay with a freaking suit.
He informed the suit of this but was informed that it was either the suit's house or being separated and one look on his brother was enough for him to realize that he had no choice but to stay with the suit.

The neighbourhood looked really nice and so did the house, if it weren't for the fact that it was the house of a suit then Mozzie might have actually liked it.
They walked inside and the first thing that happened was that a big golden retriever came running towards them and his little brother hid behind him.
He could remember "saving" his brother from a big street dog a couple months back.
No matter how many times Mozzie tried to explain to the four-year-old that the dog just wanted his hot dog, the younger boy thought that the dog was trying to hurt him and had been terrified of dogs ever since.
The suit got the dog away from Neal for now but Mozzie knew that it would be hard to have the dog and his little brother in the same house.
Mrs. Suit came to introduce herself before leading his brother away and once they had left he turned to the agent.

"You are going to break his heart."

Mozzie told him, he knew that Neal was just getting more and more attached to the agent and he knew his brother well enough to know that he would get attached to a life with them.
Neal's poor little heart would break from being separated from the agent, that he had gotten so connected with for some reason, once they found another place for the boys to stay.
The suit didn't get a chance to respond before tiny footsteps approached them and Neal dragged him along to show him the drawing on their fridge.
His baby brother was so proud of that drawing and Mozzie gave him encouragement even if he saw it as just another thing that tricked Neal into believing that this couple actually cared for him.

Mrs. Suit showed them upstairs, where she had prepared the guest room for them.
"You're going to have to share a bed for now if that's okay."
"It's okay, we're used to it."

To be honest at this point they were more than used to it, they were dependent on it and he didn't think that neither of them would be able to sleep without the other one next to them.
She left the room so that they could unpack the bag that they had brought with them from Keller's apartment.
They didn't have many things really, just some clothes they had stolen since Keller didn't care if they had clothes or not, and Neal's teddy bear.
Mozzie put their clothes in the drawer before putting Neal's teddy on the bed so that Neal had it there with him when it was time for them to go to bed.
After doing that Mozzie walked downstairs again, with Neal in tow, but stopped in the living room.
He felt very awkward, it felt weird to be in someone else's home and to live there, it had been different when they had moved in with Keller who was their uncle and who had very clear rules but here Mozzie didn't even dare to touch anything.
He had no idea what kind of rules they had or what could make them angry.

"Hi boys."

Mozzie looked up and saw that the suit had noticed their arrival.

"Elizabeth is making dinner but it will probably be a while. What do you guys want to do in the meantime?"

It was clear that the agent had picked up on their awkwardness and was trying to activate them instead of just letting them stand there in the middle of the room, doing nothing.

"Drawing."

Neal said and the suit nodded before disappearing into the kitchen for a minute before returning with a couple of blank papers, a ballpoint pen and a pencil.

"We don't have any crayons or colour pencils but is this okay for now?"

He asked and the four-year-old nodded before he took the supplies and sat down on the floor, immediately coming up with something to draw.

"What about you Mozzie?"
"Can I watch TV?"
The suit nodded and showed him how to change the channels before he walked into the kitchen to help his wife with dinner.

As soon it was announced that dinner was served, the boys rushed to the table and sat down.
Mozzie couldn't believe how good it looked and he had to stop himself from grabbing the form of lasagna and devour it like some sort of wild animal.
His brother seemed to be thinking the same thing because as soon as he got food on his plate, he immediately started to practically inhale the food.

"Neal please slow down before you choke or something."

He told his little brother before he nervously looked over at the adults, worried that Neal's behaviour would annoy them but the adults just looked amused.

"Didn't your uncle feed you?"

The suit asked and it was clear that it was meant as a lighthearted comment but his face quickly fell when he saw how the children looked at each other.
The agent looked embarrassed for not considering that it could be a possibility in their case.
Mozzie thought about telling them about how they, aside from the last week, had been forced to steal their food in order to survive because Keller had in fact not been feeding them but he decided not to.
He didn't feel like telling a fed that he was housing two pintsized criminals and he didn't want them to pity the brothers more than they already did.
The suit apologized and Mozzie told him that it was fine and then the rest of the dinner was more or less a conversation between Mozzie and Mrs. Suit.
She asked him simple questions, that didn't risk upsetting them, and Mozzie answered them.
She tried to ask the four-year-old some questions as well but when the kid remained silent she either moved on or Mozzie answered for him.

After dinner they were given ice cream as dessert, which was a very rare treat for the boys and they enjoyed every single bite.
Then they all sat down in front of the TV, except for Neal who ended up sprawled out on the floor with his papers again, and watched some animated, low budget kid friendly movie.
It felt weird for Mozzie because it was a long time since he had a family moment like this and he wondered if Neal could even remember when their own family used to sit and watch movies just like this.
He didn't know how long they had been sitting there when they all heard a pen drop to the floor.
Neal had at some point fallen asleep, his head resting on Satchmo's body.
Mozzie guessed that his brother had been so tired that he hadn't realized that the soft, fluffy thing was the dog that he was so terrified of.

"I think it's time for us to go to bed."
"Mozzie you can stay up for a while if you want to."

Mrs. Suit offered while she looked at the clock, seeing that it was kind of early for an eight-year-old to go to bed.
Mozzie told them that he was pretty tired too, which was way easier than trying to get Neal to go to bed alone.
He got up from the couch and crouched down next to his brother and gently shook him awake.

"It's time to go to bed now, kid."
He told him and Neal nodded before sitting up, rubbing his eyes before he looked down at let down a shriek as he realized what his pillow was.

They changed into their PJs and Mozzie thought that they were all set for bed until he turned around and saw Neal's lower lip wobble and he instantly knew what was wrong, the teddy was no longer on the bed.
Mozzie frantically started to search the room while the tears started to roll down Neal's cheeks.

"What's going on?"

He suddenly heard the suit ask and he turned around to see the adults standing in the doorframe, looking at the crying boy, unsure on if they should try to comfort him.

"Neal's teddy is gone. He won't stop crying until he got it."

He told them and the adults immediately started to help him look for the missing teddy while Neal's crying just got louder and louder.
Mozzie grew more and more desperate for every minute that passed, he really hated hearing Neal cry.
He even started to question if he had really had the teddy before or if he had somehow just imagined it.

"Found it!"

The suit suddenly called from downstairs and soon he came up with the teddy in his hand.
He gave the teddy to Neal who immediately stopped crying and instead crawled into the bed, hugging the bear close to his chest.

"Looks like we've got a four-legged thief."

The agent explained while Mozzie crawled into the bed with his brother.

"Good night boys."
"Good night."

Mrs. Suit placed a gentle, motherly kiss on each boy's forehead before reaching for the lamp placed on the bedside table.

"No!"

He told her sharply and grabbed her arm to stop her.
Both of the adults gave him a confused look.

"Leave it on. Neal is scared of the dark."

He told them before looking at his brother and even if the child was already fast asleep, he didn't want to risk Neal waking up to darkness.
The adults left the light on and left the room after telling Mozzie that they were just downstairs if he needed anything.
Mozzie wasn't tired at all but he didn't dare to leave the bed in case Neal woke up.
While he was lying there, waiting for the tiredness to come he couldn't help to think that maybe living with a suit wasn't that bad.