[ota] shake me, break me....

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There was always a chance of injury when sparring. Particularly when sparring with someone that you were particularly competitive with (like ones brother). Hadyn didn't even remember how it happened, other than a series of complicated moves, and progressively annoyed Jordan. He'd lost his knife, but thanks to Elisha's training over the past year, losing his knife was no longer the most worrisome thing in a match.

He'd blocked a slashing motion from Jordan, and had moved to step in and disarm his brother when Jordan suddenly (and unexpectedly) changed tactics. He let go have his knife and latched on to Hadyn's arm before he was able to adjust and scramble back- and then, between his own twisting, and Jordan's- he felt the searing, hot pain rip through is shoulder as he came crashing down on it, Jordan having flipped him, almost without his notice, onto the training mat.

Surely people would forgive him for looking pained as he gets his shoulder iced and wrapped before heading to the theatre to work.

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When Jordan put it like that...Hadyn almost felt like a horrible brother. It wasn't that he expected Jordan to come to him with things- he wasn't sure he could hold Jordan up, anyway. It was just that; in comparison, Hadyn had everything.

Certainly more than Jordan at least.

"I'm...sorry." Was about all he could say.

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"It's not you," Jordan said, softly. "We're sort of talking now, aren't we?" Maybe not with much depth, but Jordan had his own issues when it came to Hadyn - as much as they were rivals, he'd also always been expected to take care of his younger brother. Hadyn had been more visibly fragile, after all.

"We both know I'm kind of a bastard," he said with a crooked smile after a moment. "It's not the kind of thing that makes most people want to have a heart-to-heart. And it's okay. I don't think I really know how to have one of those, anyway."

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"You're still my brother," Hadyn said, looking up at Jordan as he repeated the same words his brother had told him months ago. And he was- he was the only thing, in some ways, that Hadyn still had that kept him feeling....normal. Like he wasn't something created to be used, or...countless things.

They just were.

"Bastard or not." He said, smiling a little. "You got better- maybe if you smiled a bit more. And offered to get ice cream."

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Jordan snorted a bit at that, shaking his head. "I smile," he said. "I've been told it just makes me look like I'm judging everyone around me, though, so that might be part of the problem."

He raised his brows, though. "Is that you hinting I should bring you ice cream?"

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"No, are you kidding? I would gain far too much weight." Which, yes, he was aware that most people would think that was a good thing. But whatever.

"I will take you up on dinner though. Because...I need some food before going to hell."

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"Oh, we couldn't have that." His tone was only a little dry, though.

"Come on, then," he said. "We can pick something up and eat at your place. God knows what your new addition will have done to Freddy's nerves by now."