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Greta Evans left Brahms high and dry. When she drove past the Heelshires’ front gate that day, it was over. She’d taken his confidence, his heart, and his grocery boy away. Eventually, the food in the pantry began to run low, and he was out of options. Every waking moment was anxiety-inducing. Someone would show up at the front door, trying to take him away.
He’d made peace with it by the time a knock sounded at his door. Instead of a uniform-wearing officer, he opened it to find an awkward-looking, lanky man. Who didn’t question his mask or his scars. All the stranger said was, “Can I use your phone?”
Brahms had nodded slowly and let him inside. After that, Billy never left. He was an enigma. Strange and off-putting, but Brahms’s saving grace nonetheless. He could leave the house to get food, and that was enough for them to live synchronously.
Until he brought home a small, screaming ball of fur.
[AKA The fic where Brahms experiences the “Dad who didn’t want a cat” to “inseparable soulmates with the cat” pipeline :3]