[For a moment Jaime freezes stock still, staring into the darkness of his room like a child who's been caught sneaking in the house past his curfew. For one, ridiculous moment, that's exactly what he feels like until he remembers that this is his house and his room, and that he's been living without his parents for an awfully long time now.
Old habits die hard.
Then, of course, the name that belongs to that voice comes to Jaime's mind, and deja vu hits so hard and so suddenly that he has to swallow past the sudden lump in his throat.]
...Ken? What are you doing in my -- how long was I gone for?
[There's a sharp not of... something in his voice at that question. The last time he'd walked into a younger sibling in his bed, he'd been gone for an entire year.]
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Old habits die hard.
Then, of course, the name that belongs to that voice comes to Jaime's mind, and deja vu hits so hard and so suddenly that he has to swallow past the sudden lump in his throat.]
...Ken? What are you doing in my -- how long was I gone for?
[There's a sharp not of... something in his voice at that question. The last time he'd walked into a younger sibling in his bed, he'd been gone for an entire year.]