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Butcher was nursing on a bottle of Jack Daniel's while looking at his calendar, tomorrow was the anniversary of his younger brother's death. He blamed himself for it, for not being able to protect Lenny from their dad, he left him and now he’s dead.
Butcher gripped the bottle harder, the thought just made him more angry. He looked up at the sound of his bathroom door opening, Hughie had been in there for the last 30 minutes, Butcher had forgotten he was in there.
Hughie had shaved what little beard hair he had and it made him look like what Butcher had imagined Lenny looking like if he had made it to adulthood. Tall, smooth face with brown curly hair.
Butcher realized he was staring when he and Hughie’s eyes locked. He looked away and continued drinking.
“You’ll drink yourself to death at this rate” Hughie said as he looked through Butcher's fridge.
“Shut it” Butcher nipped. Hughie just chuckled, he was used to Butcher's remarks. Hughie’s reaction made Butcher angry, not that he was angry with Hughie but himself, he was always so mean to people. Responding with snippy remarks that were not called for.
But with Hughie, he doesn’t get offended with whatever Butcher says, Hughie has to be the only- well including his stepson Ryan, the only people Butcher hasn’t driven away with his aggressive personality.
Butcher had spent the whole day sneaking glances at Hughie, the alcohol must have finally gotten to Butcher's brain because the more he looked at Hughie the more he saw Lenny, like Lenny’s face on Hughie’s body, it was getting scary.
Hughie caught Butcher looking at him again and said “is something wrong?”.
Butcher looked over at Hughie with a confused look “what you talking about?” he asked.
“You’ve been looking at me like all day,” Hughie said. Butcher made a face like he got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Butcher sighed, “I- I've been thinking about Lenny” Butcher said in a defeated tone. Hughie frowned, he knew about Butcher's younger brother Lenny.
“Are you ok?” Hughie asked, knowing about what happened to Lenny.
“It's just- you look like him” Butcher said, he didn’t want to say it but he knew it would come out eventually.
“Who?” Hughie asked.
“You look like Lenny and it pains me to see your face everyday” Butcher regretted saying that immediately when he saw the sad look on Hughie’s face.
“W-wait! It's not your fault ofcourse, damn it why did I say that?” Butcher said, watching as Hughie left his house clearly upset.
“Fuck!” Butcher yelled, throwing the bottle of Jack Daniel's at the wall, watching it smash to pieces.
Butcher got a text from Hughie a few hours after he left saying this.
Hughieee: I’m not mad if that's what you're thinking it was just a lot to take in, looking like your brother and all.
Butcher just stared at the text, he was glad knowing he hadn’t pushed away one of the two people who actually liked him. Now Butcher had to find a way to make it up to Hughie after scaring him away.