Old Leaves

"Where are you going?" A sudden voice from behind stopped him. Irrespective of the urge to keep moving and not looking back he was halted by a strong grip over his upper arm.

"I'm talking to you." Strong yet caring voice made him close his eyes for a second.

"Am I supposed to write a permission letter to each and every person of this family before going outside now?" An irritated and pinching reply flew out of his mouth. An angry one? No Frustrated? Yes.

"Umm that'll be a good thing though at least we would know about your whereabouts, it saves hours of searching you know. Do me a favour and write me one right now." A hint of mockery didn't go unnoticed by him and his lips curved into a small curve.

"Let go of my hand Henry." He asked keeping his cold facade.

"That's not your hand." His brother replied.

"I'm not in a mood, let go of my hand now." He said again.

"Sorry to make you repeat Dav but that's not your ha