~ Griffin ~
Alaric, for once, didn't resist as he steered him away from Jameson's floor and into one of the vacant classrooms. Classes had been canceled for the day, probably the only blessing in this mess. If Alaric went nuclear again, at least there wouldn't be any casualties.
Griffin watched as Alaric slid down to the floor with quiet resignation, his back against the wall. His cardinal brother pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around himself, his shoulders hunched, and his head bowed. The storm that had once threatened to destroy the school now sat like a broken boy, unraveling from within.
Despite how furious he'd been, seeing Alaric like this made his heart twist painfully. So Griffin sighed, walked over, and lowered himself to the floor beside him in silence.
Alaric lifted his eyes, glassy with emotion, and rasped out, "I fucked up big time, didn't I?"
He offered a succinct reply, "No point beating yourself up over spilled milk."
