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Brandon leaned on Miles as the two walked out of the clinic. He locked the door behind him and then they were off to his place. "Can't wait to just get in bed and fall asleep, though I wish I could take a bath or something. I'm all dirty and covered in sweat." Brandon's plain white shirt was covered in dirt and grimy from earlier. His pants were no longer the light blue they were this morning and his shoes were covered in mud. It was uncomfortable, but maybe Miles had something at his place that Roman could change into. That's all he needed. being able to wash his face wouldn't be all bad either.
The two got closer and closer to Miles' place when a familiar figure stood near the door way. It was John and the expression on his face was smug and annoyed. He argued and complained how he was being made to go in Brandon's place, but Miles backfired with the excuse that he had to stay behind to take care of him. Brandon could probably do without Miles, but he apparently insisted to James that he stay behind and help him out. It was thoughtful and Brandon wasn't gonna turn down the help. Miles handed Brandon over to John, who took a hold of him. His eyelids were becoming heavy as he stood there watching the other boy fig git with the door. Once he got it opened the door, the three of them stepped in. John let go of Brandon who leaned on the wall. "Well I better take off. Need to wake up earlier since I'm being made to cover for someone who can't dodge a single bullet."
John walked away off in some other direction. Brandon could careless. "Go fuck yourself, meat head", his muttered his his breath. The male was in no mood to deal with his bitching, and honestly, Brandon would laugh at the guy if he came back tomorrow with a bullet in his arm, preferably, his right. Brandon pushed himself off the wall and looked over at Miles. "Sorry to be a bother, but do you have anything to change into? This clothes is really getting to me."
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