Why?
He had to build up enough courage to go to his door.
The irony wasn’t lost on him that he’d left here, screwed Callen over in NOLA, and was now going to rely on his kindness to hide him out.
Because that moth always returned to the fire.
ALWAYS.
Callen had been his choice, and he didn’t understand why. Then again, if he saw Timothy, he knew it wouldn’t end well for that relationship.
There was too much rage brewing in him over what had happened to him as a child. That bitterness was still there, festering for so many years.
Maybe had Timothy raised his son better, he wouldn’t have been a shit father.
A horrible husband.
Maybe had he taught his son how to be a man, he wouldn’t have fucked over both of his sons with his alcoholism and piss-poor behavior.
Yeah, he absolutely couldn’t face Wyler or Timothy while the demons were riding him into Hell.
It was just sad that the man he hurt with his own behavior was now the man he ran to so he could be safe.
Deep down, Ethan knew the truth.
Unfortunately for his brother, he bore the brunt of their past disguised as something so stupid.
Oh, he’d absolutely run from the reservation because of betrayal.
Just not Callen’s.
It had all been Timothy’s.
With a side of Wyler’s.
So now, what he needed was a place to lie low without someone bitching and moaning about anything. It wouldn’t end well, and Ethan knew it.
Where he tucked in for the duration needed to have a few requirements.
He needed a‘safe’place.
But most importantly, he needed understanding, and out of the three men on the reservation, Callen was theONLYone who would have that in him.
That it was Callen…yeah, crazy.
Now, as he was waking up, there was no choice but to face the music. What he did know was that he’d had about eight hours of sleep, and it didn’t help in the least.
Not.
At.
All.
Instead, the whole time that he’d been sleeping, the dreams had been horrible. They were relentless, just like the demons screaming of his demise.
In them, there was no Gene.
There was no joy.
