We Have A Problem

"I told you I want to be alone Ric―" Neal stopped when he saw who entered his room. Hunter. Not in his earlier blood drenched shirt though.

He is wearing a light blue button up and black dress pants now. Hunter ran a hand through his damped locks, a gesture he does whenever he is tense. Neal unconsciously breathed in the fresh scent of body wash that hit his nose.

Neal was standing beside the window with folded arms. He was silent since the incident happened downstairs. Ricky tried to make conversations hoping some words out of Neal's mouth. But the guy courteously asked the young one to leave him alone for a while. After some whining and pouting Ricky granted his wish and left him alone.

He was looking out through the window at nothing in particular. Beau is asleep again in his own little bed.

Neal bolted towards the bathroom, wanting nothing to talk with the raven haired guy. But the other one grabbed his arm instantly stopping him. Neal snatched his hand from Hunter as if the touch