Chapter 123

We finish eating and move to the balcony in his room. It seems really conspicuous to me that he would choose his room as the meeting place for our little discussion.

 I'm guessing that I can't call it little anymore as I am practically freaking out where I stand. I am freaking out so badly that I cannot stop tapping my foot on the floor like an impatient bunny, it reminds me oddly of officer Hopps from zootopia, and I chuckle at the memory.

That movie was one we had both watched together when father and mother had died. It had been a way of getting our minds off the fact that we had just lost both father and mother in the same day.

It should seem something odd for children who were supposed to be mourning their parents to do, but yet we found ourselves doing it as a way to get our minds off that fact. I think that was the only moment I had actually shared anything as a similar emotion to Scott.

Even when our parents were dying, he simply decided not to show up at all and left me to deal with Father and Mother's coffin. I think it's weird that I never really considered the dead until that day, that day they were lowered into the ground.

I never considered the fact that my parents would never be coming back until the decisive slam of the coffin's lid on top them.

 It settled something in my mind, that I had lost two people whom I was attached to so very much. Scott's balcony is by far the coolest thing in this room to me, it has a nice view of the city, though not a close one, as I would have liked to see exactly what was going on behind that dark alley.

The laughter of some people drift onto the balcony, and I wonder exactly how much time he would have been spending here on his own.

"Are you just going to sit and watch the city, or do you actually have something to talk to me about?". His words seem to bring me back to reality as I remember that my purpose for coming here wasn't to sit on his balcony and enjoy the view, my purpose for coming here was to know my brother better.

It was to know the person who also carried my parent's name, but yet who has always been so far off and distant. I should have considered the fact that this would have become so awkward so quickly if I had been insisting on it that much.

What I had actually planned in mind was something of a nice dinner, in which we would get talking and then we could bear our hearts out to each other, but yet the person that is sitting across me, my brother whom is sitting across me looks like this is a question and answer session.

He looks like I'm going to give him an interrogation, so I let us stay in silence like that. That surprises him enough to actually get him talking. It surprises us enough to get both of us talking.