"I'm dead to most people and I'd like to keep it that way. I don't intend to continue the family. I wasn't intending to see anyone but I can't help but wonder about this old place. After all, I left some things in my room I'd rather like to keep." He didn't have a lot there he wanted but he needed an excuse to be here besides being worried for his big brother.

He didn't like the look in his eyes. They were hollow and pained. What happened to him? He wanted to ask but it was too much to ask because he was scared of the answer. Something bad happened. He made no joke about James, he didn't smile yet or hug him. This was wrong. It hurt more than it should have.

"Did you trash my room or can I take a gander?"