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Theo froze at his brother's words. Divorce her. Just like that, not even-- was that his solution? His eyes scanned the parchment before him wondering just when Rhys had the time to draw them up. Did he have the prepared since they had gotten married? Stored in some file just in case--- for when his marriage 'inevitably' failed. Had his brother have so little faith?

Feeling a simple no not sufficient enough, he pulled out his wand and swiftly lit the file on fire, hoping the flames singed his brothers fingers before he had the thought to drop them. "I don't need to do anything."

Glaring at the burning parchment for a moment, Theo finally turned his gaze to his brother. Of course his brother didn't understand. He never even understood him getting married in the first place, of course his solution would to be just end it all. After only three weeks? "Fuck you, Rhys." he bit out spitefully. "I don't need this from you. I don't need advice from--" His fist clenched as his jaw locked. This was not productive. Rhys was not helpful.

Turning on his heel, Theo walked into the lounge snatching the decantor off the table. What he needed was a drink. A drink to deal with his pestering little brother and his unhelpful advice. He was not divorcing his wife. He refused to end everything he had with the only woman he had ever loved with out so much as a fight.

He stared intently down at his drink ignoring the footsteps that followed him. He tried to focus on the glass, on his breathing. Anything but the sudden rush of all the things he could have said instead. All the acceptable excuses he could have made. He was a fool to speak when so delirious. Eventually, after a long moment of silence, Theo abandoned his glass on the table without a sip. "I'm not giving up on her. She just needs time, and until then, I will carry on. Simple as that."