[centre]Francis "Frankie" Thornton[/centre]

Frankie was sitting on the sofa, with Elaine's head on his shoulder, and his arm around her shoulder. They were flicking through channels on the television, there rarely ever appeared to be something good on. Elaine looked at her watch, "Maybe you should check on Will," she told her fiancé, "He's usually had breakfast or something by now."

Frankie sighed, and stood up, "I guess," he started walking over to Will's room, when Elaine continued talking,

"Do you think we should get him therapy?" she asked, "He always seems so sad,"

"I don't know, it's just how he is. And anyway, we don't really have the money,"

"I guess so, but he wasn't like that before the accident,"

"Well, I'll ask him," Frankie replied as he went into Will's bedroom. He could see him, sitting on his bed, staring out of his open window, stroking a cat that was on the windowsill. Without looking, Will knew that his brother was in the room, "I think he's one of that European bloke's,"

"You alright?" Frankie asked. Will replied with silence, but could see a tear develop in one of Will's eyes. Frankie walked over and sat on the bed next to him. "Look, I... I know it's hard. But... you just... you have to get through this. For me." he told him, fighting back tears himself. "What'll make you happy?" he asked, "How 'bout a full English? Will that do?"

"Yeah, I guess," Will replied,

"That's the spirit," Frankie said, before walking into the kitchen. He looked in the fridge, and saw that they were out of bacon. "Dammit," he said to himself.

"What's wrong?" asked Elaine, curious as to why her fiancé was annoyed.

"We're out of bacon, and I just said I'd make Will some breakfast.

"Don't worry, I'll get some. I need to get more coffee, anyway," Elaine began walking over to the door, and Frankie came over and kissed her.

"Thanks," he told her, before giving her ten dollars. 

As soon as she had walked out of the door, Frankie walked into his bedroom, and got a hip flask from his jacket pocket. He sat down on his bed, and drank the whiskey that was inside. It was only half full, and he didn;t get drunk that easily, so he wouldn't get drunk. It still helped, though.

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[centre]William "Will" Thornton[/centre]

Will sat on his bed stroking the cat. Maybe, later, he would return it to the European man. He thought about what he could do today. Maybe just mope about all day, like he had done most days for the past year. Maybe he should try and get through this. It might get better, if he tried. Will had lost most of his friends. He rarely spoke. What he said to his brother would most probably be the only thing he said all day. He probably wouldn't even leave his room until he needed food, drink, or to use the loo. Will decided that he was just going to go on his computer all day. He walked over to his desk, and booted up a game, whilst he waited for his food.