they scurried out.
Timeskip to the next dayyyy-
Sun took in a sharp breath of pain and let it out in a sigh. He looked down at his fingers. They were dotted with his own blood, dark like it had started to clot.
"Shouldn't've let him get the jump on me." He thought as he finished tending to the cut on his forehead. "Should've known better. I can't win in this house."
Virgil had never cried over this. He'd never cried over his situation, never cried over everything that had happened since his dad had died. At least, until now. Now, he couldn't seem to stop scrubbing at his eyes to stop tears spilling over and running down his cheeks. Because he knew, if he started crying now, he'd never stop.