Okay. Here goes.
"Dom, could I speak with you for a moment?" Carrick asked finally. He offered up a one-sided grin, showing that the reason behind the request was moreso lighthearted than anything pressing or serious. Or at least as far as their occupation went this matter wasn't of much concern. He had been thinking on this particular dilemma for a little bit, and with the newest information from Nessa of all people regarding their parents' state of mind and overall sanity... well, this was honestly the least Carrick could do for the brother he had never really been able to be there for.
Carr turned lightly on his heel, stuffing his hands in his slacks' pockets and used his elbow to push against the handle to his office. Stepping at an angle and placing his body against the door, the wavy haired Regan gave a nod towards the plush seats in the corner of the office. A friendly suggestion for Dom in regards to making himself comfortable. No need for a desk for this matter. And what with all of Carrick's questions, who better to ask than someone who had been through such a similar experience with more than double what Carrick was potentially about to tackle in the form of Kerrigan.
Lifting a hand out of his pocket, Carrick shut his office door and used his freed hand to give a quick run through his hair. All nervous ticks alight, wait! Yeah, there was the minor feet bouncing technique. Releasing stress through one toe at a time. Carrick grabbed a seat next to Dominic on the edge of an identical plush chair and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He ran his palms over his stubbled cheeks and tired eyes a few times before dragging his hands downwards in a slow motion and likely looking very lost for words. Which was too true. So he used what words he could muster into some kind of comprehensive sentences.
"My parents are unstable." Good start, his arms relaxed as did his body back into the chair as he slowly felt the weight of his present and rising issue becoming less of a burden and confusion and more of something that made sense. "I can't let Kerrigan stay with them. Not after what happened to him this year." Carrick didn't know the full story to be completely honest; basics from Nessa about Kerr being attacked. Kerr reacting. Kerr being told not to return. "How did you-" Carrick paused, his eyes locked on Dom's and trying to ask the right question. "I can't let him go back there. I don't trust them, not with him."
Carrick's head shook back and forth slightly, a hint of a shrug of refusal betrayed his once-there loyalty towards his parents. But they couldn't be parents anymore. They were so far gone. Had been. Carrick just hadn't been close enough to watch them fade into whatever it was they had become. A pang of ache reached the depths in his chest but soon faded. It was only memories. "Their influence... it wouldn't benefit him." Carrick pulled one leg up on top of the other, his ankle the docking point. "So, I guess what I'm trying to ask is how do I even begin to offer him a place to stay with me?"
Cue the feeling of nothingness. Cue the overwhelming cluelessness. Cue his brow furrowing and utter need to know how in the Hell he would win over Kerrigan's vote of confidence and trust when Carrick had hardly been involved in younger brother's life up to this point. This wasn't an issue addressed over drinks or dinner. This was much, much more. Right?