Some Florida angst

Tw: Yelling

"You were always so concerned with being perfect-"

"I was concerned with being perfect?!" Florida's pulling at his own hair as he yells, "I didn't ignore you for work, I never talked shit about you behind your back because I wanted a reputation, I didn't give a fuck what our father thought because I was never going to be enough for him!" Florida pauses, panting heavily, "I only ever wanted a brother." He lets his hands fall to his sides, eyes flickering up to look at Tom, "I just wanted you to give a shit about me," he sighs, shutting his eyes and trying to stop crying,"and then I found someone that did- that does care about me," he pauses, "and you're back and I seem like a bad person again," he sobs, "I can't fucking handle him leaving."

"I'm sorry." What else was he supposed to say? He didn't even know where to begin, "I didn't- I didn't mean to-"

"I know, I know." Florida looks back up at him through tears, "please, just leave me alone."

He deserved that, "I-" he sighs, "got it, I hope this works our for you." He looks down, he can't handle how hurt his brother looks, "I'll leave you alone now."