It was Halloween. Only second to Christmas when it came to his favourite holidays. 

He used to love the tradition of dressing up, going out as your favourite-whatever and enjoying the load of candy dropped in the spooky baskets, but he'd stopped finding the joy in that when he turned twelve. His friends at that time hadn't thought it cool, and his Father had pushed him around and told him he'd better man up or else — that threat had sobered Lenny from Halloween trick-or-tricking since. 

But he'd always encouraged Dustin's love for picking out his favourite characters and using his imagination to pretend that's who he was. Lenny had adapted to being somebody who fit around his younger social group, but his love for movie marathons and bands hadn't changed — he still adored the late-night watches.

Feeling a mild headache coming on, he grabbed his sunglasses and shut his door behind. Dustin had already barged in that morning, again, and demanded help that the back of his costume be zipped up so their Mother didn't have to assist him in dressing. 

( "It's embarrassing — can you, just, zip it up?" Dustin had clicked his fingers in Lenny's face, the older teen letting out a groan as he waved his hand to smack his brother away. "Lenny!" ) 

He could hear Dustin's excited chatter, and felt a smile pull on his lips, picturing the excited nods and smiles their Mother was no doubt encouraging him with. Not that Dustin needed it, truthfully. His brother didn't care for the opinion's of others, which Lenny was glad for, and wearing what he wanted was one of those times. Plus, he'd worked hard on perfecting the costumes that matched his friends'. 

He was right. 

Claudia stood in front of her one-seater, Mews with a blanket surrounding him, and her camera pointed right toward where her youngest son was standing rather proudly. Dustin was changing his posture with a quickness to him to keep up with how many photos their Mother wanted to keep and print for her family albums. 

A grin brightened his face as he neared the pair, "The costume looks great, Dustin." He ruffles his brother's hair with the hand that wasn't holding his glasses. "You look like the real deal of New York's ghostly business." 

Dustin was giddy, beaming off the praise as he nodded, agreeing without argument and happy that his favourite person (in the whole world) liked his outfit. Lenny had helped the boys make their proton pack's, even throughout his complaining during his mess-up's and insistence that he could be out getting high with Jonathan. 

Well, getting high with Jonathan in the back ground. Because Jonathan didn't get high. According to a grinning Lenny, anyway. 

"The proton pack looks great especially," Lenny laughed, his hand coming up to flicker his fingers against the top of it before crossing his arms over his chest. "I wonder who made it?" 

Dustin's grin widens. "My brother," He nudges the pack toward Lenny's torso, "Thanks, Len." 

His expression melts into one of fondness as he watches the pair of them continue. When Dustin raises the proton pack again, flashing his teeth for the next flash of the camera, Lenny sings, "Who you gonna call?" He's happy to join in, "Ghostbusters!" 

"Yes!" Dustin's excitement could burst, lifting the gun and pointing it toward his older brother. His eyebrows wiggle and he grins again, "Check out these —" 

Lenny's fingers press beneath his brother's chin to close his mouth, a flash of horror replacing the softness upon his face. "Don't do that," He warned the younger Henderson, waving his sunglasses in Dustin's face, scrunching his nose. "It was cute the first time, but I'm over it now. You won't be catching any girls doing that." 

Not that Dustin cared. He only shrugged, Lenny's hand falling from his face. "Beats me." 

Shoving at Dustin's shoulder, Lenny twists around to press a quick kiss to Claudia's cheek, the two brothers shouting their goodbyes as they rush out of the door. Lenny grabs his brother's school bag by the frame before shutting it behind him. 

"I told Lucas I would meet him by the corner," Dustin protests when Lenny goes to lift his brother's bike up. His cheeks flush at Lenny's look. "Last time, alright? Last time. From tomorrow, you can drop me everywhere again!" 

"You know why I drop you off everywhere, right?" Lenny asks, holding the handle bar as he offers it toward his brother. Dustin takes the other, slotting the proton gun in it's hold. When Dustin blinks up at him, he continues, "It's so you don't get dragged off into the woods by some creepy crawly, never to be seen again." 

Surprise lingers on Dustin's face, his mouth falling open. "What, what. . . what was that?" He screeches, "Why would you say that?" 

Lenny shrugs, moving toward his truck. He knew the boys were safer together on the road going to school than they were at any other time. It's the only reason he eased up on the idea. "Just saying," He responds before throwing the school bag at his brother and climbing into his truck. 

"Hey, wait! Wait," Lenny reaches over and lowers the passenger's window. "I'm dropping you off tonight and then I'm picking you up." 

"Lenny —" 

"No negotiations," Lenny interrupts, not caring to hear them. It wouldn't change his mind. "Tell your punk friends that I'll drop them home to if need be. Apart from Mike," He pauses, settling back into his seat and shaking his head, "Mike can get lost." 

( Dustin knew his brother didn't mean that. He knew that the moment Lenny had thrown his arm around Mike last year too, pulling him back from danger at the school. )

The road was clear as he drove down the street, the windows down so the stench of the smoke didn't fill the car and stay there. It'd be something that irritated his brother when he drove Dustin later on. 

His brows weren't as strong featuring as his brother's, but his lashes were longer, embracing the shine of blue. He'd grown into his features as a young man some few years ago, but that had come with the burden of looking like the teenager his Father had once been. His jaw was defined with some softness to his features that gave him a little hint to his Mother, though. 

A rush of annoyance crept up on him when he saw his parking spot filled already with the guilty standing outside, leaning against his car door. The proud California plate on it's back end.

"Piece of shit." He muttered to himself, parking in the spot beside and immediately getting out, ignoring the body of Jonathan that rushes over as quickly as his legs allowed him. 

Lenny took no care to slow down for his friend though. He took no notice of all the eyes watching him, either. Though he could feel the heat of them all, the whispers of "what will Lenny do?" gathering.

Jonathan's arm slips around his, pulling him back the best he can. "He's not worth the sentence." He aids with a joke, awkwardly glancing toward Billy.

"He's in my spot," Lenny responds with the obvious. 

Billy was watching them, cigarette in hand. Enjoying the entertainment he'd purposely stirred up, wondering how it'd end. 

"It's just a spot," Jonathan tries again. He lacks hope, knowing Lenny. He'd gotten used to parking his truck in the same place since he'd started driving. "We can park somewhere else."

Lenny's hand softly pushes Jonathan's chest, removing his best friend from his immediate space. "No," He shakes his head, refusing to back down. "It starts with one thing and then tomorrow it'll be another thing. Trust me, Jon. That guy is a dick." He goes around his truck again.

"People could say the same about you," Jonathan shakes his head, but doesn't go after his best friend. He wasn't intending on dragging anymore attention on him from the new kid. 

"That's great," Lenny threw a big, exaggerated smile over his shoulder. He follows after where Billy had disappeared to, walking through the school entrance and searching the hallway for him, only stopping when he reaches the boy's locker to slam it shut as Billy had gone to open it. "Move your car before I slash it, Hargrove." 

Billy had been waiting for this reaction. He turns slowly, hair brushed back a little. His lip was darkened toward the right corner as he smirked, as if punched. "Henderson," He greets with a happy drawl, leaning his body against his closed locker. He ignores Jonathan who arrives behind Lenny, standing some distance away with his hand on his bag strap. "What did you say about my car?" 

Lenny threw his hand upward, thumb jerking in the direction of the lot. "I said move it before I slash it." He demands, making Billy's eye narrow slightly at the threat. "You might thank me for the piece of shit looking better after." 

The new boy hummed, glancing to Jonathan before looking back to Lenny. He seemed excited.

"Make me." 

Jonathan's eye twitched at the challenge Billy threw out there, "Gods no," he muttered amongst himself. Lenny liked a challenge and could never back down from one, even when it'd near gotten him killed the year previous, and daring him to do something when he was in a pissed-off mood was not ideal. 

He didn't want what he knew was coming to come. 

"No, no," Jonathan threw himself forward, his bag hitting the back of Lenny as he wrapped both his hands around Lenny's raising fist. Emotion often got the best of his best friend during his hot-spots and Billy seemed to know exactly what he was doing as he laughed against his locker, head leaning back and hair curling round his face. "Lenny!" 

Lenny tugged against Jonathan's hands, but then somebody else grabs his other shoulder and yanks him back. 

"Calm down," It's Steve. Perfect Steve. Having Steve touch him only made him angrier. He'd told himself he understood, but. . . did he? Did he really understand when he still felt betrayed? 

"Don't —" He pushed himself away from both Billy and Steve, scowling in the latter's direction. Lenny doesn't finish his sentence, but it's clear as day what he meant and Steve cleared his throat, one hand coming up in surrender and the other running through his hair. He was anxious. 

Billy's laughter sobered in the background as he noticed.

"It's just a. . . just let it go," Jonathan raced to his best friend's side and pushed him along. 

( He refused to be a joke again. He refused to be a victim of another's laughter. Lenny had suffered through that once, and he'd quite literally had to fight his way to be seen as something else. 

Imagery was everything in such a small town with little privacy. )

Jonathan's voice calmed him and he moved along, straightening his jacket. "I could of had him," He told the Byers teen, who nodded in agreement hastily. Students glanced between them, whispering amongst one another, and Lenny rolled his eyes at the attention. "You should of let me drag his ass back to that car to move that shitty piece." 

"You can't get into anymore trouble," Jonathan stressed, itching closer. Their shoulders bumped into one another's. "I thought we agreed you wouldn't start anymore fights —"

"I didn't start a fight," Lenny defended himself with an offended flap of his hand pointing toward his chest, "The hot piece started the fight, alright? I was just going to finish it until you stopped me." 

Ignoring his best friend's nickname for Billy Hargrove, Jonathan gave a roll of his eyes. "You need to graduate," He stated, "You're welcome for helping you."  

Those around them, there weren't many truthfully, had stopped prying their eyes upon them. 

"He should of listened," Lenny muttered and Jonathan eyed him, wondering if his friend was going to spin around and jump Billy. "I'm going to slash his tires and blow up his piece of shit car, I think —" 

"You can't do that —" 

"That's the least —" 

"You will get arrested." 

"He deserves." 

"No," Jonathan shook his head, lifting his chin and making sure that Lenny was looking to him as he continued on with a little more of a sternness to his voice, "No blowing up any cars, Lenny. Not even his. You will get arrested."

There's something in Lenny's face that drops, even if he knew that to be true because everybody would know who the guilty for Billy's car being wrecked was, as he scoffs. "Your lack of faith in me is offensive," The comment made Jonathan crack a smile, the playfulness returning. "As my brother, you should be offering to light the match." 

As my brother.

Jonathan's hand shakes Lenny's shoulder as they stop by the home-room door. "Another time." 

③③

Lenny's foot came up off the ground a little before digging his heel into the carpet as he leaned against Dustin's doorway, crossing his arms as he did. He wasn't quite sure how to feel, even if it felt dramatised, because it hadn't been that long ago he'd been screaming out for Dustin to run and throwing his arms up to protect his younger brother from any harm. 

"Are you sure you're going to be fine tonight?"  

Dustin doesn't take any care in noticing his elder brother's worry, "Fine. I'll share some of my treats with you if there's any of your favourites." 

The offer was innocent-like and made Lenny crack a smile, face softening from his anxiety of having Dustin leave his sight to go trick-or-treating. "Coming from you, that means a lot," He joked at the reference of Dustin's love for candies. 

"You love sugar as much as I do." 

"I'll go with you," Lenny surprised them both when he offers, pushing himself off the doorway and stepping further in the room. Having Dustin go off into the night upon Halloween wasn't something he thought he was comfortable with, even if Jonathan was going to be there with the boys. Because Jonathan was there for Will. "I don't mind going with you, I mean, so you're safe and everything." 

( He was terrified at the thought of losing his only brother after what they'd gone through and he did so well at hiding the truth of it. 

Jonathan's heartache only made that worry thicken, because though he'd gotten Will back, Jonathan had lost a piece of his brother that had been there prior to the disappearance but was now forever gone. Forever being mourned. Lenny didn't want that for Dustin. ) 

It had been two years since Dustin had gone out on Halloween with Lenny during trick-or-treating. It had been one of his favourite things to do during the spooky season with his brother, and he longed for how fun it used to be (Lenny used to steal candy, which meant there was more for the four boys to share out and go home with). 

But as Dustin goes to accept the offer, because he does want Lenny to go with them just like old times, he re-thinks it over.

Lenny already had plans. He was going to some party he had been invited to, and Lenny had been trying to get Jonathan to go, and one of them was already missing out. Dustin didn't want to be the reason Lenny had to miss out as well. 

The elder sibling truly didn't mind, which the younger knew, but Dustin didn't want to take up Lenny's time to go trick or treating when he could be having fun at a party that was more age appropriate for him.

"Seriously Lennon," Dustin decides to put his foot down, figuring that was one of the only ones to get his brother to realise he was being genuine. It works, he thought, when Lenny tilted his head down at him with a raised eyebrow, "I'll be fine. Go to your dumb party and have fun before you get any older." 

Having thought that Dustin would of just let him tag along, Lenny scratches the back of his head, fingers combing through his hair before shrugging. "You're getting too cool for your older brother hanging around?" He guessed, "Break my heart while you're at it."

"You need a heart for me to break it," Dustin's sass has Lenny cracking up in laughter. 

( The sound only made Dustin's chest puff with pride at such a reaction. He enjoyed being the reason that his brother was happy. It wasn't often enough anymore that Lenny was happy. )

Deciding to take a seat beside his younger brother, his eyes observed the way that Dustin had been poking at the proton pack before placing it on the ground, and he got to thinking how he missed being young and excited. There's less judgement in the safety of being an overexcited kid than a teenager. Less expectations and duties. Though. . . Lenny couldn't say for certain that there hadn't been times as a boy that his glee wasn't ruined. 

His Father, as the years went on, seemed to take joy in ripping it away from his first-born. 

"Do you think that Dad. . ." Dustin was thinking about the same man that Lenny was, but no doubt their thoughts were different. Dustin remembered their Father in a way that Lenny didn't, as a better man, more gentle, more capable of patience. "Ever misses us?" 

Lenny hoped the man never thought of his two sons again. He hoped they meant as little to their Father as their Father meant to Lenny. There was safety in separation. 

"I don't know, Dustin," He answers instead. He's not going to be the one to ruin the crafted image that Dustin had made up to soothe his pain over the abandonment. "But if there was anyone in the world I'd miss, it'd be you." 

The proton pack is completely forgotten about for the moment and Dustin leans his body against the side of Lenny's, cheek against the leather of his brother's jacket. It's a little cold but he doesn't mind. He was used to it, because Lenny even sometimes accidentally fell asleep fully clothed to the jacket and Dustin would join him when he woke from a nightmare. At this point, the leather jacket was a comfort. A reminder of Lenny. 

"I think Dad was a piece of shit." 

Lenny used to want for times like this, for Dustin to open his eyes and realise that their old man was nothing more than a bag of dicks. But. . . he was still young and deserved better. He deserved that picture. He deserved a Father. 

"Yeah, he is," Lenny agreed, which made Dustin frown. "But he loves you. I think two things can be true at once." 

( He used to think that. 

His Father used to smack him and then tell him he was doing it for his benefit because he loved Lenny and he just wanted his eldest son to understand he had to be a man, at the little age of six. )

Not that it mattered to Dustin, not really. Not the way it had when they first moved to Hawkins and he'd sulked over the absence of the other parent, for the old man was so far away. But now, he'd grown so used to having it be Lenny that acted the Father as well as the brother, that did everything for him, that he didn't miss his other parent.

"I have you." Was Dustin's response with a gummy smile, speaking a truth that would never change. Lenny was still teaching him. "I'm glad I have you."

Something in Lenny's shoulders softened, as Dustin felt the ease against the side of his head, and then Lenny playfully bumps into his brother's side, "And I'm not going anywhere."

"Good," Dustin mumbled. 

Dustin could handle their Father leaving. Sometimes, he thought that it was for the best. He wasn't sure whether Lenny was aware, but Dustin did notice the way both his Mother and older brother had been sad when their Father was around. He saw the way his Mother had brightened since moving to Hawkins. He saw the way that Lenny was doing a lot better here. 

He didn't want any of it going to waste. He wanted them to be happy. 

All they had was each other. 

"What if you die?" 

Lenny sighs, "I'm not going to die, Dustin." 

That's not good enough, not now that Dustin is overthinking it. "Okay but what if you do?" Dustin demands to know, "Death is unstoppable, like. . . like Eleven." 

The mention of the little girl that Lenny had only known for a short amount of time brought the tension back. She was gone and it was a pain that remained in his younger brother and his pack of friends, but Lenny couldn't do anything about that, or death for that matter. Eleven didn't deserve what had happened to her. 

Pulling back an arm, Lenny then wraps it around Dustin's shoulders and used it to tug his brother closer. "I'm not dying anytime soon," He squeezed the younger Henderson lightly, "Nothing bad is going to happen. We're fine. Alright? Now stop thinking about that stuff, it's nature. I don't think it's anything you should be terrified of."

Dustin disagreed. Heavily. He was terrified of death. He thought it was ridiculous that Lenny wasn't. Didn't Lenny understand that they'd never see each other again if one of them died? 

"Len —" 

"We're not talking about dying anymore," Lenny interrupted, squeezing Dustin one more time before jumping up to his feet. He didn't like the conversation. He didn't want to think about Eleven and he didn't want to imagine dying. Their hometown was already enough of a reminder that everything they knew was a lie — there were much bigger things. The monsters beneath one's bed were real. "It's giving me the heebies and you're just worrying yourself." 

Dustin's fingers gripped his proton pack back up, pressing it against his chest as he nodded. 

Nature.

"Can you drop me off at Mike's?" Dustin asked, changing the subject. He had also grown more than uncomfortable at the idea of a home without his brother. He shouldn't of asked something like that — it just slipped into his mind and out his mouth with a lack of control. "You said you would and I'm running late." 

Lenny pretended to think about it as he took a step backwards, "Weren't you arguing with me about not wanting to be dropped off?"

Dustin's eyes widened, "Please!" 

"Sure," The older Henderson laughed, turning around and shaking his head, "It's on the way to Tina's anyway." 

"The party?" 

"The party." Lenny confirmed. 

Hastily grabbing the candy bag, Dustin slid his bedroom door shut before rushing off to follow his brother down the hallway. Their Mother was in her room taking a nap, Mews trapped in the room with her assumingly, so Lenny took a quick second to write a note and stick it on one of the kitchen cupboards. 

"That's so gross," Dustin muttered as he'd watched Lenny lick the opposite side of the paper he'd written on and smack it against the cupboard. 

"Yeah, whatever," Lenny shoved at Dustin's head as he pushed them out of the household door and locked up behind him. 

As Lenny grabs Dustin's bike, the flex of his arms some evidence to his morning work-out routine, and places it in the back of his truck, — as he always did — Dustin tilts his head and opens the passenger door. "I thought you didn't like Tina?" 

A grunt leaves Lenny as he tugs off his leather jacket next, throwing it on top of Dustin as he gets into the driver's side. He was wearing a white shirt with rolled up sleeves, a slight difference to his usual naturally short-sleeved shirts. 

"I don't." Lenny glances into his mirror before throwing Dustin a smile, "But it's a party and there's free booze. Why would I turn that down?"

Good answer, Dustin thinks.

"Are you going to kill the new kid?" 

Reversing out of the driveway, Lenny grips the back of the head-rests as he looks through the back window. "If the little shit annoys me one more time, I might just go down for murder." 

Dustin clicks his tongue, "Or manslaughter." 

"Or I could paint it as some freak accident," Lenny gets onto the main road and lifts his body to take out his packet. His leather jacket being held securely by Dustin who curls it against his stomach. "Avoid the prison sentence and everything over killing a guy for stealing my parking space." 

"Yeah, because I am not visiting you in prison," Dustin firmly states and Lenny chuckles slightly, having expected that. Lenny wonders if they will one day visit when their Father finally ends up in there. 

"Good brotherly love, shit-for-brains." 

Dustin shifts so his proton pack is resting against the side of his hip, "Are you getting drunk at this party?" 

The car turns onto another residential street and Lenny looks over at Dustin after a beat, tapping his fingers against the stirring wheel as he lights a cigarette. "I'm picking you up so that would be a negative." 

"Shit," Dustin curses for no good reason, completely ignoring the warning glance that Lenny shoots him. The houses pass by out the window in his view when he looks out to avoid his brother's disapproval. "I can't wait to drink." 

The last thing that Lenny wanted, and there was no joking around when it came to the type of person that Dustin would be, was for his brother to do as he did. Lenny was a first class fuck-up and he did it remarkably well, which wasn't surprising given his genes. And he hated those thoughts, comparing himself to one half of him that came from the man he wanted so desperately to only despise, but it also wouldn't be all that surprising for him if he ended up in the same shitty dead-end that his Father was heading towards. 

"Yeah, well, got a long time until you're twenty-one," Lenny points out. He ignores the way Dustin huffs, ready to argue, "I make the mistakes and you learn from them. That's how this shit works." 

"That's such sh. . ." Dustin went to contest, before lowering his voice at another one of Lenny's looks. He figured he shouldn't overstep with the cursing. "I'm learning off you and I want to drink." 

Lenny's fingers tap the wheel again, "And you will," He reassures his brother. "When you're twenty-one and not a day before, got it?"

Such shit, Dustin thinks, but agrees verbally. Lenny wouldn't drop it if he didn't. Older brothers were annoying like that, but great otherwise. 

Then the conversation naturally shifts, as Dustin goes on to babble about a new girl that had caught his attention — a fire-ball, by the sounds of it, by the name of Max (MadMax, as Dustin had excitedly told Lenny was her nickname). Lenny's eyebrow raising in curiosity as he listens along, nodding his head occasionally, for this was the first time that his brother had ever spoken about a girl like this with him. 

Sure, Dustin had mentioned girls before, about why they were annoying and constantly standing in circles, gossiping and laughing amongst one another. But that was when it sounded as if those girls were bullying his brother and pack of friends. 

This was different. 

This was a crush.

( Lenny remembered his first crush. He'd been eleven, sat at a different lunch table with his friends, staring at the girl who constantly cut her hair at different lengths, never really caring to be tidy, and the feathery piece that dangled from her ear. He'd thought she was awesome, and she'd always spoken to him, but she had been a year older than him and had gone to a different high school. 

And then he realised that the butterflies that swam deep in his belly didn't just occur around girls, but boys as well. He'd crushed on more boys since his young realisation, having kept that information to himself, until he'd been confronted with the truth in Hawkins upon a rumour. 

Then. . . his fists spoke for him. And it went from there. )

"She's not like any other girl I know."

"You don't know any other girls," Lenny's comment causes Dustin to shake his head. The denial has Lenny pushing with wonder, "Oh, my bad. Name me one other girl you know and," He points toward Dustin with a finger, "El doesn't count." 

Dustin turns his head away, "Shit," He mutters to himself, trying to think but comes up short. Then his eyes light up, "Nancy." 

The mention of Nancy Wheeler only has Lenny rolling his eyes, turning his head to the side as he huffs, not bothering to give that any reply. It's not deserving of one in his eyes.

"Does that not. . . does that not count?" 

Again, Lenny says nothing. He does look to Dustin with another shake of his head, flicking the cigarette out of the window and turning toward the Wheeler place. He hopes the said Nancy Wheeler isn't home, but unfortunately her younger brother is, as Mike stands outside of his household with Lucas beside him.  Will still wasn't there yet, but no doubt Jonathan was somewhere nearby with the time. 

"Mike and Lucas will help me with my bike," Dustin waves at his brother as he gets out of the vehicle, shutting the door behind him. And his friends do help him. 

Lenny still steps out of the truck, leaning one arm against the top of the door above the window and the other on the top edge of his car. "I still don't get why you're dragging your bike around when I'm giving you a lift, Dustin." He calls, leaning against his upper arm as his hand stretches over his head to scratch through his hair. 

"It's Halloween! Somebody might steal it!" Dustin's voice raises slightly in his explanation. 

Lenny pulls a face, slowly lifting his head. "I still don't get it but whatever," He mutters toward the end, glancing over his shoulder. When he fails to spot Jonathan's approaching car, he hits the top of his truck and points over to his brother. "Nine. Here. Got it?" 

Dustin points back, "Ten!" 

"Are you fucking with. . ." Lenny gives Dustin a look, not wanting to debate about this — when it was already agreed! — in front of Mike and Lucas as he trails off, before pointing to Dustin again and re-confirming, "Nine." 

Lucas is snickering as Dustin rolls his eyes in the same way that Lenny had just minutes ago, "Whatever," The younger Henderson gives in, "I'll stay with them, but nothing's going to happen, Lennon! Shit, you stress over nothing." 

"Better I give a shit than no shit at all," Lenny's finger goes into the direction of Mike and Lucas next, and both boys widen their eyes at the sudden attention, even though they were used to it to some degree since the year before. "And don't think for one second that doesn't go for you two shit-heads." 

Lucas puts one hand up, the one holding his candy bag, "I didn't do anything, Len!"

"I'm just warning you all," He looks between them, and even though they'd done nothing wrong, they still look between each other as if they'd been caught with their hands in the cookie jar. "Alright. Have fun, nerds!" 

Dustin's finger is thrown up in the direction of his brother's departing truck.

"Asshole!"

— edited. 

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