Boston

Thiôn rolled his eyes and leaned back against the wall.

“What’s got you down?” he asked. He normally wouldn’t care but something was itching at him to talk to this guy.

"None of your business."

"Oh, snappy." Klaus said, chuckling.

Thiôn rolled his eyes.

"Come on, I'm being nice here," he said.

"Thank you, but I'm fine."

Klaus shrugged. "Alright, fine," he said and got up. "Freeze then. That's what I get for being nice to somebody." He then trudged off towards Elijah's house.

Thiôn breathed a sigh of relief and let his forehead fall onto his knees with a slight wet splat.

A little while later, after Klaus has arrived at Elijah’s and a heated discussion ensued, the elder of the boys went to the closet to grab his jacket. The plan was just to go out for drinks, but then Elijah saw Thiôn’s jacket, prompting Klaus to reveal his encounter with the man in the doorway. Grabbing the jacket, Elijah left in a hurry, Klaus trailing behind. Seeing a man slumped over in a doorway, Elijah approached him cautiously. “Gwâthiôn?” he asked softly, not sure it was him.

Unfortunately, since his encounter with the weirdo, Thiôn had moved on, and a smelly homeless man had taken his spot.

Elijah pulled away, sighing and turned on Klaus. “What do I do?” he asked, desperate. But his younger brother just shrugged his shoulders. “Move on I suppose,” was the younger Nealson’s reply.

Thiôn eventually made it back to where he was staying, and after a long hot bath, he collapsed on his bed, burying his face in the pillow.