Eight weeks had passed. Mallory's bones has healed and he can go home now. His brother packed his bags and they journeyed their way at the bus stop.

They passed by the flower shop near the bus stop. Mallory turned and noticed Mortimer gazing at the flowers with his grey jacket on his left arm. 

"'Hey, Morty." 

"Hmm?" Mortimer replied. 

"What are you looking at?" 

"White lilies."

Mallory also stared at the white and yellow flower.

"Oh, aren't those your favorite flowers?"

"Yes, it is. I'm quite surprised that you still remember after all this time."

"Yeah, can you remind me why it's your favorite?" 

"They symbolizes purity and modesty. Something that is quite hard to find this days." 

"...Yeah," Mallory simply replied.

Mortimer looked as Mallory gently sat at the nearby bench. His older brother patted the empty space besides him.

Mortimer sat and pressed his tongue on against his cheek, showing his uncertainty. "I am sorry if I was blunt the last time," He muttered, twitching his nose. 

"It's fine, Morty. I noticed you don't twitch your nose as much." 

"Was it noticeable? Did they notice?"

"Not at all. You are getting good at controlling your tics." 

"Is that so? That's good then." 

A brief moment of silence as a car passed by. Mortimer finally spoke again. 

"How life has been treating you, Mal?" 

"Not bad. I just finished my time in the rehabilitation center last year." 

"...I'm glad. I'm proud too, I guess," Mortimer nodded.

Mallory sighed, "Mortimer... I am sorry about Collin. I thought he was a good guy. You never told me he left you to get beaten up."

"I have nobody to tell. You were always so busy with your jerk friends and your goddamn drugs I never got to tell you. Who the hell am I going to talk to? Father?"

"Dad loved you more than me," Mallory muttered. "He would listen to you."

"He's a criminal, Mal. I trusted you more," Mortimer responded.

Mallory stared at Mortimer with a hopeful look in his tired eyes, "Do you still trust me?"

"Yes. But I don't trust Don. What if he hurts you more than Collin did to me?"

Mallory paused. He simpered, "I know he wouldn't."

"Suit yourself then," Mortimer muttered. He returned to observe the white lilies silently at the shop.

"...Are you safe, Mortimer?" Mallory asked cautiously. "I heard the cult members are still trying to find you."

Mortimer's face fell grim.

"I have been getting paranoid, to be honest. But the place I found has been peaceful and safe so far," He remarked.

Mallory noticed Mortimer was holding unto his gun holster firmly. 

The older brother sighed heavily, "I can't imagine what father put you through, Mortimer. Even after his death..."

Mortimer glared at Mallory and grunted, "I don't want to talk about this right now. Not in Hecksville."

Mallory halted, then nodded his head apologetically.

A buff man with a slight tan came and patted the oblivious Mortimer in the shoulders, causing the tall man to jump in surprise. He was about to pull out his gun until he realized he knows the person besides him.

"Mortimer?" the stranger checked audibly. He took off his headphones, tousling his brown curly hair.

Mortimer stood up in shock, "Zack?"

"Morti! It has been a long time!"

Zack shook Mortimer's hand with great enthusiastic force. He beamed warmly to Mortimer. 

"Pleasant surprise! You look less pale than before, my friend!" 

"What are you doing here?" 

"I am also going to the bus! How is little Cinnamon doing?"

Mortimer humored, "Doing fine. She misses her favorite babysitter."

"Aww. How about you? Do you miss me?" Zack jested back. Mortimer's pale cheeks turns visibly pink and his nose twitched nervously. 

"Not at all," He said, prompting a skeptical look from Mallory. 

Mallory cleared his throat. The two conversing men looked left in sync, "I exist, you know. Who is this hunk?" 

Zach flashed a duschenne smile, then assertively shook Mallory's hand like a ragdoll. Mortimer snickered as Mallory let go and checked if his shoulders was still attached to the socket. 

"People call me Zach. Nice to meet you!" 

Mortimer introduced his sibling, "This is Mallory. My brother--"

"Older brother. Since it may not be obvious," Mallory interrupted aptly. 

"Not my problem you are all short," Mortimer commented. Zack shook his head with an adorable disapproving smile. 

"Morti and I go way back, Mallory! I used to live with them!" Zack informed Mallory, "We're technically best friends!"

Mortimer shook his head, "I don't think I approved of that theory."

"Fantastic!" Mallory exclaimed as he glimpsed at his brother with curious eyes. "Can I talk to you in a moment. Just a itty-bitty moment?"

Mortimer tried to protest and shook his head, but Zack nodded anyways.

Mallory held Zack by his arms and asked, "Are you single?"

Zack darted his eyes at the ceiling then looked at Mortimer in confusion, asking for help in his eyes.

"Mallory!" Mortimer exclaimed with a bewildered expression on his face, "You don't just grope someone's muscles then ask if they are single!"

"Buffoon! I am asking for you!" Mallory responded noisily.

Mortimer was unable to form a single word. He just pulled out a small book and smacked Mallory.

The bus beeped and parked nearby. Mortimer held his bag up and readied himself. Zach goes first, and bowed his head farewell, "Goodbye!" 

Mallory extended his arms and embraced his younger brother.

"See you again soon," Mallory said before whispering as he grabbed Mortimer's arm. "You got good taste in men, Morty" 

"He's a friend!" Mortimer grunted, trying to suppress his nose twitching. 

"Whatever you say," teased Mallory.

"Aren't you coming, Morti?" Zach called out the bus door.

Mortimer sticked out his tounge and ran away before Mallory could smack him. Mallory made a funny face in return as his brother left hastily to the bus and clumsily trying to wear his grey jacket.