Drew is apprehensive, Hector cries, and I use the word "surely" I bunch
Hector dug his heels into the floor, refusing to be lead any further.
Being lead to the door, all he could think was that he was going to die. And suddenly it was a terrifying thought.
He'd begged and pleaded and now it was coming, everything he asked for. Drew leading him to that door. Surely all all it could mean was that he'd gotten fed up with his complaining, his ungratefulness, his annoying mood swings. Surely every crime he'd ever commit was finally catching up to him.
Drew turned back when he stopped, an annoyed look on his face that quickly melted away. His grip on Hector's wrist softened, and he let his hand slip down.
They were holding hands now.
"Come on." Drew said, in a voice that could charm anyone. It seemed to have charmed Hector at least.
If Drew intended to have him killed, surely he wouldn't speak so kindly to him.
When Drew continued, Hector didn't resist.
The guard outside looked surprised when he came out leading Hector by the hand, but Drew didn't look at them, and they didn't try to stop them.
Any relief he felt was overwhelmed with anxiety.
If the guard didn't feel the need to stop them, then surely there was a reason he was being taken out. There had to be.
But if they already knew what'd happen, why would they look surprised?
He wished Drew had explained what he was doing before he lead him out. It would be easier to face if he knew what he was facing.
Down the staircase that winded down the massive tree, Drew didn't let go of his hand.
He kept his pace slow, leisurely even, and after Hector's initial refusal to follow him, he glanced back at him from time to time. He looked apprehensive.
What could he be afraid of after everything he's done?
Whatever this was, it'd have to pale in comparison. Whatever Drew was doing, he was just taking Hector... Somewhere.
Unless he was about to die, that was nothing special.
Finally, they reached the bottom and stepped out. And then stopped.
Drew just stopped. After a minute, he let go of Hector's hand.
And they stood there, quiet and looking at the cobble and dirt roads of Brackenholme. Hector wided eyed and shocked, and Drew like he was avoiding eye contact.
"What-" Hector started, and the words died in his mouth. Why would he just stop outside the Garrison Tree?
"I just thought it was time you got out for a bit." Drew shrugged, and then neither of them talked.
It was quiet.
Well and truly quiet.
All he could hear was a faint breeze, and his and Drew's breathing.
For the first time in over a year, it was quiet.
His throat got tight, and looked down, away from Drew. He didn't have a very pleasant crying face, but there wasn't anything he could do to stop himself.
He'd forgotten what it was like, for something to be quiet and peaceful. He'd never really experienced "peaceful" honestly. The closest thing to peaceful he could recall was sitting in the grass, talking about history while Drew skinned an animal.
Even then, they were being hunted. This out matched it by far.
So when the tears came, there was nothing he could do about it but let it happen.
Drew didn't seem to notice until he started sniffling, still apprehensive and avoiding eye contact. Noticing seemed to make him more apprehensive about it all.
"Brenn, are you alright-"
There he was, touching him again. His hand on Hector's shoulder. It was nice. It just made him cry harder, till he was uselessly wiping at his eyes.
"I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm just- Its just- Sorry, thank you." He choked out, stammering.
He wasn't sure if Drew understood. He didn't really do a good job communicating. Either way, Drew didn't respond immediately. He just hugged him.
"I just- I really appreciate this, Drew." Hector clarified, still crying, muttering against Drew's shirt.
His arm had been pinned when Drew hugged him, his hand stuck at his face. It was uncomfortable, and his arm got sore. He didn't mind. He didn't want to be let go anytime soon.
Drew didn't seem like he had any intention of letting him go, anyways.
So for the longest time he just stood there crying on Drew, who at some point had started rubbing his back.
He only let go when Hector stopped crying. Even then, he didn't really let go. He was still holding by the shoulders, so they were incredibly close to each other.
Wiping face one last time and blinking away the remainder of the tears, Hector looked up at him.
"Thank you," He repeated himself, his voice hoarse, "And, sorry." He added, glancing at the wet spot on Drew's shirt where he'd been crying.
"I'll live." Drew said. He was smiling, all apprehension gone. He had a nice smile. He hadn't smiled much since Hector met him. He hadn't had much to smile about.
It made Hector smile. He was feeling tired and a little drained, but it was quiet and peaceful. And he was outside with Drew. So he smiled.
He smiled, and leaned closer to Drew. He wasn't sure what he was going for. For now, it was just nice, to be close.
Whatever Drew thought he was doing, he leaned into it as well.
Whatever would come of it, Hector didn't get to find out. He was distracted by a figure in the distance, in the corner of his eye.
Looking over, Drew noticed it too, but Hector was the first to identify him.
It was Bergan.