It was morning, the sun about mid height in the sky above the three story house that Daemon was currently renting stateside. Still, he was awake, not that he really wanted to be but he just hadn't slept much that night, unless you count dozing off in front of the tv once or twice. That and he was fairly certain his plans for the day equalled..... No plans. No meetings, no one had called, his guys had a few things but that was hardly his problem. So other than the fact his baby mamma had called twice which he'd all but ignored he hadn't budged more than to refill his cup of Scotch and now Tequila and going right back to staring in a bit of a haze. The noise from the tv and smell of a lit cigarette likely greeting the second male as he'd came in.
Footsteps, Daemon paused for a moment mid drag of his cigarette and all but pulling his eyes from documentary that played on the tv. Shit what time was it!? Hand moving to pick up his phone from the coffee table he sort of let out a sigh seeing the missed call from Trent. That was right! He and Trent were supposed to do breakfast this morning lord help him ...
Moving to hit dial he wasn't shocked to hear the sound of the ring tone coming from the kitchen and slowly he moved to pull from the chair dropping his own phone as he staggered to the stairs and using the railing soon came sauntering up and coming out just between the kitchen and upstairs living rooms. He probably looked like the living dead at this point, hair a mess, rings around his eyes and in nothing but a his pajama bottoms and robe.
"Do you ever knock?" He sort of commented blandly upon seeing the brunette through the window like hole beside the stairs which now had him face to face with the other in the kitchen, leaning in the opening with his chin on his arm as he looked at Trent over the counter.
Trent had risen with the sun, an old habit from having grown up on a farm. He'd already cleaned his house, adjusted Flail's habitat to perfection, spot-washed, and dressed before the stores opened. Then he'd gone shopping and packed the food in a picnic basket (it was good manners to bring over the food you planned to cook, after all). He'd then headed to Daemon's and, letting himself in, helped himself to Daemon's counters and stove.
"Would you have heard me if I did knock?" he asked with a grin. He pecked Daemon's cheek hello. "Coffee's ready. I'll have the omelettes out in a minute."
"Ok fair... What I should have said is the door bell works" Daemon replied again a bit smartly before sort of smiling at Trent's peck to his cheek. Heaving a sigh he moved to grab opening and half drug himself further up and around the side of the counter. On one hand coffee sounded good but on the other. He merely decided on both and was soon moving to lean on the counter and poor a bit of the coffee into a mug. The grabbing the scotch he pored a bit into the coffee before moving to take another swig of the bottle.
Leaving both there for a moment he was soon moving over to where Trent was cooking and slowly wrapping his arms around him he head moved to his shoulder tiredly. "I'm sorry... " He slurred. Meaning of course how he'd forgotten they were even doing this and missed his call. Granted he also wasn't sure if cooking had been the original plan or going out but either way.
"It does?" Trent asked cheekily, getting back to making food. He saw out of the corner of his eye Daemon pouring scotch into his coffee. Trent didn't know if scotch went well with omelets, but if Daemon didn't mind, neither should he, right?
He smiled as Daemon's arms snaked round his waist. "It's okay," he said, reaching a hand up to cup Daemon's cheek. "I know you don't wake up as early as I do, and I reckoned you might be hungover. Next time, we'll do brunch!"
Trent gently broke the embrace so he could finish cooking the omelets. "Would you grab me some plates, please?"
Daemon sort of smiled tiredly as Trent cupped his cheek and moved again. Slowly releasing the other male he just sort of stared for a moment hearing the others request. Then blinking a few times simply nodded and heaved a sigh moving cross the small space to the other counter he moved to open it and reached in to pull out one plate and went to hand it to Trent, leaning more so against the count as he waited for the other to take it.
Trent smiled and took the plate from him, then plated Daemon's omelet and handed it to him.
When they'd both set their food and drinks of choice in hand (for Trent it was orange juice) on the table, Trent took Daemon's hand.
"Hey... Do you want to talk about why you're so stressed out?" he asked.
Moving to finally sit Daemon had nearly spilled the coffee. Fuck he was so gone, a moment later he was actually laughing a bit stupidly when Trent took his hand suddenly. Going silent Daemon looked at him for a long moment, his expression going a bit suddenly sad all to easy. He was DRUNK and frankly he knew enough to know Trent knew him by now. "There's not much to say .. um...." He pursed his lips moved to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Remember how I told you my brother was sick? I saw him yesterday.... Briefly" He muttered the last part and looked down at his food taking in a short breath. "Guess I'm just wallowing in my self guilt for not sticking around .... Trying to make things better I... Was to busy being angry at him. I'm still angry at him" He muttered the last part sounding completely confused in all of it. He'd definitely been angry at his brother ever sense he'd threatened to hand the family business over to Rhaenyra instead. Which was laugh worthy at best but in the same breathe let Daemon know whatever happened he was completely shunned. Not that it hadn't been noticable over the years going in between nearly being cut out entirely a few times.
"He told me he wants to ... Change the will again. Place me back on the top once he's gone" He finally muttered. As good news as that was he couldn't help the sick feeling it also wasn't good news. By now not many would exactly be leaping for joy if they found that shit out. Actually scratch that he'd imagine a good amount of push back from ALOT even his own family.
Eyes finally moving down to the plate he sort of stared, fork moving to merely play with the food a bit absentmindedly.
Trent nodded, squeezing Daemon's hand supportively. Daemon probably needed someone to listen more than he needed someone to talk at him. Trent didn't really blame him for being angry with his brother. Viserys's motivations were confusing at best and he didn't exactly keep Daemon in the loop about his thoughts.
He got up and moved behind Daemon to rub his shoulders. Trent was hungry, but he didn't feel right about wolfing down food in front of Daemon when Daemon was so clearly upset. Viserys choosing to give everything to Daemon could be a blessing, a test, or a deliberate attempt to paint a target on Daemon's back. Or maybe Viserys was desperate and delirious, or maybe he didn't think the Family would answer to a woman, or maybe....
Trent shook his head. He would do whatever he could to support Daemon, but Daemon would have to tell him what he wanted. Trent was a techie, not a mobster. The best he could do was keep Daemon up to date on surveillance.
Feeling Trent's hands on his shoulders Daemon let his his eyes close for a moment, one hand moving up after a moment to gently take Trents as he laid his head back and slightly against the others arm before he slightly snickered. "You know maybe sometimes I just wanna out drink my nephew for no reason.... Stop reading me" He mused a bit smartly though slightly smiled as he opened his eyes again.
However before Trent could reply or Daemon could say anymore, Daemon's phone was suddenly blaring a rather ridiculous pop song 'Cry Baby Cry Baby'
Hearing it Daemon again snickered "Never gets old better fucking get that.... Or he'll cry" He added shaking his head. "Grab it for me yeah?" He asked head tilting back to look up at Trent.
Affection bloomed from the places Daemon touched, spreading a feeling of warmth throughout Trent's body probably not unlike the scotch Dameon was drinking. At the sound of the ringtone Trent went to grab it before Daemon had even said anything. He was sorely, sorely tempted to answer it with something silly, but considering the amount of stress Daemon was dealing with, he didn't think adding whining on top of that would help, so he merely handed over the phone.
Taking it Daemon moved to answer "Who's dying?" He remarked a bit smartly over the line.
"Do you ever get tired of terrible jokes?" Criston could be heard replying not sounding all to pleased at hearing Daemon's version of hello. However before Daemon could reply he was already talking again. "We have a problem... Big one.... Need you to come over to the club for a meeting this afternoon"
Daemons eyes rolling as he slowly moved to pick up his fork and actually finally moved to take a bite of the eggs. "As you do anytime I'm on the list to call" he remarked back.
"Well, you know. We all have our fucking uses don't we asshole" Criston replied just as smartly before seeming to snicker as Daemon didn't even bother to answer that. "Yeah, one of your nephews. Trust me and just fucking get here by two pm or you know Daemon time so like two thirty" Criston finished.
"Kay ... Tell the one who's with you to suck a dick" Daemon added upon hearing someone talking in the background then moving he merely hung up and shook his head tossing the phone down onto the table. "Guess I should probably be half sober ....." He muttered finally moving to take another bite.
Trent nodded and, without a word, went to retrieve potato wedges and milk from the kitchen. In his experience, they helped soak up alcohol and line the stomach. He placed them in front of Daemon with another peck to the cheek.
"So where are we going today?" he asked brightly.
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