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howling ghosts, they reappear
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Posted on January 22, 2014 at 04:03:59 AM by DANNY

Danny didn't realize what he'd done - showing off the newfound skills (albeit rather unimpressive ones) - until after he'd sprayed the solution onto his brother's hand. Dylan's eyes had taken on a gleam Danny didn't like at all, that suspicious I know you better than that, Danny look. Belatedly realizing that Dylan would probably be curious over where he'd gotten his items, let alone learned how to properly use them. He tried, desperately, to think up a plausible excuse, but everything that came to mind seemed stupid. Dylan knew him better than anyone except for Solarius, and would no doubt see through any white lies he might try to come up with. Before Danny knew what was happening, and before he could successfully change the topic, Dylan had tugged his hands free and dove for the book. Danny was a good handful of minutes late as he tried to reach for the book, forcing him to awkwardly pull his hand back and squirm under Dylan's considering look.

"Well, I just... I don't know..." Danny mumbled uncomfortably.

Tell him the truth, Danny, Sol prodded gently through their mental link.

"I just thought it'd be nice to be able to help people. Maybe, if I'd had training, I could have helped..." Danny's voice cracked as he neared the end of that sentence, the final words dying in his throat. He fidgeted awkwardly and looked away, unsure what else to say. He'd turned a dull pink color at the tone in his brother's voice, but it was more from shame than anything. Danny knew he hadn't been the best brother to Dylan since their father's death, heck, he wasn't even a very good friend. First, after it had happened, he'd hidden in his silence. His brother had needed him, Danny had felt it, but he just... As much as he'd wanted to, it wasn't until the idea of becoming a doctor had taken root that he'd really been able to shake the deep, dark thoughts and feelings that had consumed him. Once he'd decided that was the path for him, the sense of purpose had flooded him like nothing he'd ever felt before, and he honestly hadn't even thought about how it would affect his twin. That alone made him feel wretched, and his guilt shined in Danny's eyes as he looked up. "I'm really sorry Dylan, I just... Dr. Gupta had a space open in his program, and he's teaching me so much. I wanted to say something to you, to all of you guys, but I was afraid. I mean... There's so much to learn, last week I had to do stitches and it was so hard because of the bleeding, and I didn't want to embarrass you or da-anyone if I failed."

He was rambling now, and he knew Dylan probably didn't care about his excuses. When it all came down to it, Danny had messed up. And, though it would kill him to disappoint Dylan so badly, he knew he couldn't give up on becoming a doctor even for his twin. Danny knew, just knew somehow, that he was meant to do this and he couldn't let anything, even his closest sibling, stand in his way.

"I'm just sorry," he whispered, now staring at his feet with his shoulders hunched.

_{photography by rune at flickr.com / html by merlin / character played by fennic}
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