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Yancy is out. They've only been out for a few hours and they feel great about it. Technically, they've been out for years. It depends on what you mean by "out." Out of prison since today, out of the closet since they were 14. It's actually part of the reason they were in prison in the first place; the transphobia and abuse from their dad was horrible. Honestly, though, it wasn't even the main reason for the murder. Yancy didn't care about the transphobia as much as they cared about their little brother. Derek was always abusive, but it got worse when their other brothers all died in a terrible bus accident. It was tiring, watching Eric's self-esteem drop even lower than it already was every time they came to visit. Lower, and lower, and lower, until he stopped talking and refused to leave his room for two weeks. That was when Yancy finally had enough.
Yancy Derekson murdered Derek Derekson. That's the whole story. Eric was a minor, so off he went to live with their family friends, William and Celine, for the next year. Thank god that nobody could prove Yancy killed Derek. The jury still thought they broke into the house regardless, and that the corpse just happened to be there (only God knows how those people made it past kindergarten-level critical thinking lessons). Yancy went to jail for the next year, and... here they are now. Eric begged William and Celine to let Yancy stay with them when they got out. While they aren't sure of the details, they know that he cried and that that made the couple give in. Who could ever say no to Eric's sweet face?
Well, Derek, apparently. But that's neither here nor there anymore.
As soon as they pull into the driveway, Yancy sees Eric sitting right on the grass. Just waiting. it was a really long drive, so who knows how long he was waiting? Probably since William left to pick them up in the first place. He told them that he didn't want Eric coming along due to his "affinity for throwing up in cars". Unsurprising, but still rude, in Yancy's personal opinion.
He's just staring at the car. It doesn't seem to click for him until Yancy's door opens that his big sibling is now back home, safe, with him, and probably won't be leaving any time soon.
"Yance?"
"Hey, Eric!"
"Yancy!"
They're barely out of the car before Eric is tackle-hugging them back in. For a relatively short dude, he sure is strong. Guess that's what a year of 20-minute visits every third Sunday will do to someone who loves their sibling as much as Eric does. Eric was the only person in their family that accepted Yancy when they came out as nonbinary. He looks up to them, more than he's ever looked up to anyone else. He must have a lot of energy to be so excited as to bring Yancy down like that.
Oh shit, he's crying.
"Ay, ay, what's wrong? Youse is alright!" Yancy says, in an attempt to comfort their sensitive younger brother.
He sniffles back a bunch of snot. "I, I missed you, 'n' it-" another sniffle, "It felt like you were gone for, uh, for forever! You missed my whole junior year..."
Suddenly, William yells from the porch.
"You two! Look up, for God's sake! Can't you see it's going to storm? Get inside!" He scoffs. Yancy gives him a quick thumbs up.
"Eric, we gotta go inside. C'mon, E, don't wanna see youse get a cold!"
Eric hesitantly pulls away from them. He just has to get inside. Then he can hug Yancy again. He can hug his older sibling, and watch their favorite movies, and paint with them...
But he does have to give them their cake first.