back to it, then.

uri hasn't even moved since then so all he has to do is reach out for the miltank's teats and continue milking. or start over, rather.

it's quiet for a while, and then, as always, uri speaks.

"i think i'm starting to like hoenn."

uriah flinches.

his posture shrivels as he watches milk pour out onto the ground.

"...she did."

"i'll support her either way."

even if you won't.

"true, but i'm still your brother."

big brother, in fact, though the age difference between them hasn't really mattered that much growing up. they've always been close, maybe because they could only count on each other.

"anyways. let me know if dad bothers you again. i'll talk to him."

somehow, uriah doubts that he will.

"weren't they taking pictures? videos?"

in gabe's defense, it must be hard not to cause a scene when he's literally the size of a gorilla. his ass cheeks must slap the very moment he steps into any place.

"i've seen a couple of them. not your best look, dad."

"i swore an oath, jessie."

if he still had his badge on him, he'd point to it.

he says nothing for a few moments as if to strengthen his stance on the matter. but finally, he breaks into a chuckle.

"but no, i wouldn't. you're my sister. i'd rather go on the run than lock you up."

"there are people like me in the media, dad. millennials, zoomers, the majority of them are forward thinking."

what will remain of his house? down this road, only ashes and dust.

he tenses, not yet returning to the milking.

"she said you caused a scene."

"in my experience, just keep being yourself and he'll give up on you eventually."

or at least that's what happened to uri.

"hell yeah. i better not catch you doing some shady shit, or else..."

well, he'd have to lock her up, of course! but we all know uri would bend the rules just for the people he loves.