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"He ain't heavy, he's my brother."
Who: Brett Jennings and Zoran Jennings
What: Heart-to-Heart
Where: Jennings home, Dobbs Ferry
When: Very early hours, Saturday morning
It was about two am and Brett was up to use the bathroom. His college break had started so he was staying with his parents until New Year, something he was grateful for with everything going on with Zoran. Brett just wasn't coping with it. None of this was anything he could joke his way through to get by, and it was tearing him up inside. He had been tossing and turning all night. Richie had found him and they were going to get a drink together, but Brett didn't want to get drunk and hungover while Zoran was going through hell having to bury his father.
Over and over, all Brett could think of was how he would feel if it was his own dad's funeral, and he had harassed himself all night thinking about how much incredible pain Zoran was, but Brett hadn't been able to reach out to him because Zoran wasn't coping with so much help. He needed to be alone. Brett understood that. He did. But it wasn't easy.
He had shared a bathroom with Zoran ever since the first night he came to them, up until they both left home. He got up to get a drink of water when sleep just wasn't coming and just as he was approaching the bathroom, Zoran came out of it, flicking the light off. Brett hesitated, because this emotional stuff was hard. Then, with his eyes teary, he just stepped up and put his arms around Zoran, hugging him. "I love you, man," he told him hoarsely.
What: Heart-to-Heart
Where: Jennings home, Dobbs Ferry
When: Very early hours, Saturday morning
It was about two am and Brett was up to use the bathroom. His college break had started so he was staying with his parents until New Year, something he was grateful for with everything going on with Zoran. Brett just wasn't coping with it. None of this was anything he could joke his way through to get by, and it was tearing him up inside. He had been tossing and turning all night. Richie had found him and they were going to get a drink together, but Brett didn't want to get drunk and hungover while Zoran was going through hell having to bury his father.
Over and over, all Brett could think of was how he would feel if it was his own dad's funeral, and he had harassed himself all night thinking about how much incredible pain Zoran was, but Brett hadn't been able to reach out to him because Zoran wasn't coping with so much help. He needed to be alone. Brett understood that. He did. But it wasn't easy.
He had shared a bathroom with Zoran ever since the first night he came to them, up until they both left home. He got up to get a drink of water when sleep just wasn't coming and just as he was approaching the bathroom, Zoran came out of it, flicking the light off. Brett hesitated, because this emotional stuff was hard. Then, with his eyes teary, he just stepped up and put his arms around Zoran, hugging him. "I love you, man," he told him hoarsely.
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"I love you too," he replied and meant every word. Brett was the only brother he ever had, and they had been close. He could see now that Brett was hit hard by this. "I'm sorry..." he eventually added. He didn't want to be the reason he upset his family. It just happened. It had all come rushing out of him before he could stop himself.
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He stepped back a little, hands still resting on Zoran's arms. "Are you okay, dude? It's late? Were you sick? I can get you something to drink or make you a cup of tea. You look like you shouldn't be up. I just... I'm proud of you. For going through all that stuff and still being an awesome person," he said with a little nod for emphasis and then wiped his eyes with his fingers. "Fuck, I don't mean to be like this."
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The thought of eating or drinking anything right now wasn't appealing to him at all. "No. Listen, can we talk for a bit? I don't want anyone to think I don't want them near me. I do. I want you all to understand what you can, and we haven't really talked much. I know it's got to be freaking you out. I just don't know if I'll ever be able to truly put into words what my life's bee like," he admitted.
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He nodded. "Sure, Z. Do you want to come chill in my room? At least them Mom and Dad won't smack me in the head for not taking better care of you. It has freaked me out, but not in a way that I can't handle your shit, bro. Just... I'm fucking hurting for you. All I wanted to do was help you, but I can't. Can't ease it or take it away. I had no idea your past was this fucking painful. I knew you had pain and you had been abused, but not like this."