Hearing him say he needed to be alone just made Graham frown. He hoped that the two men could come to some mutual understanding, that would allow them to fix this and get back with one another. He was getting worried that it wouldn't be the case though. Graham was about to say something until he noticed the bags he was stuffing his stuff in, and he sort of furrows his brows. Almost in confusion, almost in pity. Probably like fifty fifty. "Here, let me.."
he walks to his super small room, the one he has to shimmy to get around because his bed takes up so much space. He opens the miniature closet and grabs his suitcase before walking it back towards him. "Here."
he smiles and then pops it open for him. "Use this, much more convenient."
it was a designer suitcase he had gotten when he first, first, went off to college--that he had just kept for this long time. "Uhh.. I don't really know."
he told him, while twirling his own blonde locks in confusion. "I mean we had funyons and he cried."
That moment was still kind of sad for Graham, because he knew it was nothing he could do to make his brother feel better. "He also kinda snapped at me before he saw the funyons. You just don't know how those little onion circles could save your life."
he told him while flashing a smile. "He's all torn up, Chris. I wouldn't tell you this if I didn't think that this was honestly a mistake, and one that could be fixed. You're not supposed to just walk out on love, bro. You can't. You're one of the lucky ones who get to find love in this world, a lot of people don't. You can't just let it all go. You can't see yourself working past this at all?"
hope was all in his voice. Why couldn't everyone just love and be loved? Sigh.