( no he hasn’t seen harry since he was much younger, and much
              more tolerable. now he’s older, back in the city, and wanting to 
              start things off good. that was before he got a call telling him that
              the boy needed him to take him home from a mental facility. my
              how the rolls have changed. harry was never told, but at some point
              oliver was there to. he made norman get the files and burn them
              before he died, but he’s somewhat better now. he doesn’t really
              want to see the perfect little boy, but then again he’d be stuck there.. )

                              ❝tell him i’m on my way..❞

            ( it took him twenty minutes to get there. once he arrived everyone
              seemed to recognize him as another osborn. good looks? anyways
              he smirked while they opened the cell. now he’s face to face with the
              little brat. the perfect brat father made him out to be.. )

              [ Harry heard the cell door open but didn’t move. He took a 
                 few seconds to himself before slowly sitting up straight and
                 taking in a deep breath through his nose , eyes shut. If he 
                 let himself , he could flip out and strangle his brother on the
                 spot , but then he’d be stuck in this cell even longer. So he 
                 calmed himself before the guard spoke. ]

                                    “ Time to go Harry. ”

              [ No. Harry was dead. Harry was fucking — No. Harry was alive.
                  Isn’t that what he wanted in the first place? To be alive? Well,
                  he was alive. Slowly , Harry allowed himself to get to his feet
                  as he allowed his blue orbs to reveal themselves from under
                  his lids. His pupils were no longer like everyone elses though
                  they were now more narrow , just by the slightest. Something
                  no one knew if it would go away. The venom had made it’s
                  way out for the most part , but the symptoms weren’t fully
                  gone. As he got to his feet , the guard came over and undid
                  his cuffs before Harry was aloud to step farther next to his 
                  brother. ]

                                 " He’s all yours Mr. Osborn. Someone will check
                                    up on him at the end of the week and therapy
                                    should be started by next week as well. “ 

              [ The guard let go of Harry’s arm and shut the cell once more
                  before he left. Harry merely let out a sigh and looked at his 
                  brother with narrowed , yet tired eyes. A word never left his 
                  lips though. No , he was saving his first words for when they
                  in the car. ]