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“Where is Dorian?” Jessica asked as she was serving Harry and Lucas the stews she made. “I haven’t seen him this whole afternoon. Isn’t he showing up for dinner?” Harry stared at the dark green table cloth. “Not sure. He’s got a habit of being late for meals.” he said, motionless, not even bothering to reach for the fork. “I will go and have a look.” Lucas offered. From across the table Harry saw in his eyes a glint of concern, but the surgeon’s expression was neutral and his lips were curved into a comforting smile. He pulled back his chair without making much noise, turned on his heels and strode towards Dorian’s room. Jessica’s eyes were stuck on his back until Lucas disappeared down the hall way. She then sat down in the chair next to Harry instead of her usual chair across the table, which was currently empty, waiting for Harry’s older brother. “Doctor Garrison seems to speak with a British accent.” “Every person you met for the first time speaks with a British accent.” said Harry. Jessica shot him an annoying look. “He is quite young as a surgeon, isn’t he?” she continued. Harry shrugged: “Maybe.” His experience with surgeons was limited, and the one that really stuck in his memory was a middle-aged man with salt-and-pepper hair, who had to rub his glasses for so long before telling Harry and his mother that despite all the effort he and his team devoted, Charles Ruth had unfortunately passed away. It was a car crash which happened on Charles’ way back home after a day’s work at the Ruth Bookstore, and the surgeon confirmed that he had been drinking. Harry wasn’t surprised. Ever since Dorian left home Charles had to get drunk at least once every week, and only this time, this habit took away his life. Lucas was not like that salt-and-pepper surgeon. Harry wondered whether he would react the same if Doctor Garrison was the person who informed him of his father’s death. Something in the man, probably the unusually bright blue eyes or the smile he wore, made Harry try to avoid looking at him directly. Jessica sighed as she leaned back in her chair, and blinked at the table lamps that hang from the ceiling which gave off a warm, yellow light. Today, though, this yellow glow seemed to be too dark and faint. “I wonder how he came to know your brother. I mean, you’ve never heard about the man until he showed up carrying your brother’s suitcase in the train station. I don’t know, I kind of feel—” she shook her head, her words trailing away. “Frankly,” Harry snorted, “I don’t give a damn who Dorian chooses to fool around with.” Jessica frowned at him: “How could you say something like that? Anyway, what do you mean by f—” She could have gone on if it weren’t for the sound of footsteps coming from the hall way, as Dorian entered the dining room with Lucas following him. “Sorry.” Dorian said, “Wasn’t aware of the time.” He reached out a hand to pull out the empty chair beside the table, but Lucas took a step forward and did it for him instead. “You can hardly be aware of that during sleep.” Lucas’ voice was a little rough, and the pleasant smile on his lips long gone. “It’s the ribs again.” he explained to Harry and Jessica, “He needed to rest.” “Sorry to keep you waiting.” Dorian said again, face extraordinarily pale, like those goth kids that wandered around in Thornton’s middle and high schools. “It’s fine.” Jessica replied immediately, “The trip must have worn you out. Right, Harry?” she looked at her husband pointedly. “Certainly.” Harry mumbled, staring at the steam coming up from the pot of soup on the table. All of a sudden, cold lightning stroke his spine and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up like the fur of a cat in shock. He forced himself to swallow and look up, just in time to catch Lucas looking away form him. The coldness in those blue eyes might only be his delusion, as when Lucas turned to speak with Dorian, his tone was all lighthearted: “Want some soup? You’ve got to eat something.” Night breeze combed through Harry’s hair gently and in the darkness, standing in the front porch staring up at the tender sky which hasn’t yet been deprived of its stars, he was momentarily at peace. “Excuse me.” said a voice behind him. The peace was broken. Harry turned his head and saw Lucas standing there in a white v-neck T-shirt, a hand on his hip. He titled his head, crossed his arms before his chest to stop his heart from pounding, and waited for the blond to speak. But Lucas just strolled a few steps until he was shoulder to shoulder with Harry, and put a hand on the wooden column of the porch. His eyes reflected the stars in Thornton’s sky. It was when Harry’s heartbeat returned to normal pace that Lucas began in a voice as calm as the lights coming from the windows of the Shermans’ home across the road. “What in the world made you think it was a good idea to yell at someone, who has broken three of his ribs no more than a week ago, and just took a tedious journey by train despite everything his doctor warned him against?” Harry flinched uncomfortably but kept his gaze fixed on one of the Shermans’ windows. “Yell at him?” he finally muttered. “You know that how? I wasn’t that loud, was I?” “This isn’t about how I know.” said Lucas, “Don’t worry though. Your big brother was quite reluctant to admit that to me when I had to help him out of bed this evening.” Harry’s chest felt tight, as if his heart was suffocating in there. “It was that bad?” he turned to Lucas, startled to find that the man’s eyes had been fixed on him all the time. Lucas shrugged: “Look. I don’t know what the hell is the issue between you two. But I didn’t let him out of the ward so that he could get into another fight with his younger brother.” he shook his head. “To be honest? I regret letting him come here in the first place. I shouldn’t even have allowed him to take that phone call of yours when he was supposed to be lying in bed.” “So you agree with him that he shouldn’t come to our mother’s funeral.” Harry said in a monotone. For the first time since he met the man, a fire-like emotion bursted to life deep down Lucas Garrison’s eyes. It would have been fascinating seeing this contrast of the invisible anger of red and the visible light blue of his irises, if Harry wasn’t the one his anger was aimed at. “I may sound cruel, Harry Ruth, but the only thing I care about is my patient’s well-being.” his grip around the wooden column tightened as Lucas’s upper torso leaned towards Harry’s direction slightly, “It doesn’t matter what it is. Be it a funeral, be it a criminal on the loose, nothing matters more to me than seeing my patient recover properly. I made a compromise to accompany him here—” “And why did you have to do that?” it was like something inside his mind suddenly erupted like a dormant volcano, and Harry could not contain himself any longer. “You don’t take days off just to look after a patient all the time do you? Why is my brother so important? I should have known. Are you the same as him?” he nearly stumbled a little, overwhelmed by the huge wave of fear, confusion and rage washing over his whole body. “Just how many more wrongs does he have to bring to this place? He had already killed our father—” “For all I know,” Lucas’s voice was raised, “Your brother has never killed anyone and if you have to find a person to blame, blame that driver who knocked down your dad!” “He told you that as well?” Harry said bitterly. “How many more things did he tell you? I can’t believe it. You two—for God’s sake, you two men—” “And what exactly was wrong with that?” Lucas almost looked as if he just heard a hilarious joke, “Don’t get me wrong. I don’t date him. But what’s your problem with homosexuals really?” The h-word made Harry forget to breathe. He took a shaky step backwards and bumped into the column behind his back. The h-word! It was all it took to ruin his family. Harry didn’t quite know the meaning of it when he first heard that word coming out from Dorian’s mouth at the age of six. But he knew all too well the disgust and hatred in Charles’ tone at the mention of it. He knew this was the very reason why Charles almost beat up his older brother, why Dorian left Thornton without ever looking behind and why in the end even his mother had to move out of this haunted house he now lived in with Jessica. This word had brought upon the Ruth family only fights and pain. Charles and Mira Ruth might not have been so confused and lost if Dorian was always the rebellious type. But no. A top student in class, a lover of books, an excellent helper in his family’s bookstore and a skilled fencer—that was what the name of Dorian Ruth brought to one’s mind ten years back at Thornton. Unlike Harry who constantly had to talk back at their parents, Dorian knew perfectly well when to keep his mouth shut. Even when he was in disapproval with Charles, Dorian was able to keep his composure, and the only thing that might have given away his true feeling would be that slight twist of the corner of his lips, which Harry now identified as satirical in nature. Regardless, as a teenager he was normal if not better than average in the whole of Thornton, and Charles and Mira viewed him as their greatest pride. Until he came out to them the night after his high school graduation. Harry never knew his brother had under that calm shell so much stubbornness and pride; he refused to take back his words, he refused to hide his sexuality, he stared down their father right in the face when he threatened to send him to a therapist. “Touchy subject, huh.” Lucas’s voice was a lot lower. Harry remembered to breathe again: he took air into his lungs with a desperation of a person who almost drowned and was pulled out of the water by a mysterious force. “What?” he said weakly. “Nothing.” Lucas shrugged, “Just want to remind you, better not fall into another conflict with Dorian unless you would like to see him carried into the chapel on a stretcher tomorrow.” He walked back into the house leaving Harry still leaning on the column. Harry stared at his back. A few minutes later, he dragged his feet back to the house as well, and with a new determination, headed to the storage room which he knew had in possession exactly what he needed right now.

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