Damien couldn't take his eyes off his brother as he stood in the doorway. His shoulders were broader, his face sharper, but the resemblance still ran deep in their blood. He looked tired but not broken.
"Four years, huh?" came the deep, rough voice.
"You got taller." He said chucking.
Damien pursed his lips, he shifted in his seat.
"You got older."
Marcel let out a dry, bitter chuckle as he approached the chair opposite him.
He settled into the chair, his body opposing every movement.
"Yeah, prison tends to do that."
They sat in silence that said too much. Damien looked at his brother, and for a second, guilt flickered in his eyes.
"I didn't know if you'd see me," Damien said.
"Didn't think you'd come," Marcel replied, folding his arms. "But I figured Sebastian got to you."
Damien gave a small nod.
"He said it was time."
