Colin looked over at Dennis calmly. His clothes never quite fit right, so he hoped Dennis wouldn't mind. At least most of them could share clothes. It was a norm for them to be thin. There wasn't much they could do about it. "Hello, Dennis." Even his voice carefully concealed the amount of joy that he felt upon seeing his brother. It was difficult not to reach out. He glanced around quietly for a bit before returning his attention to his brother.
"Thirty-four," he said quietly, simply. He looked him over, remaining quiet as he pushed off the wall. "I saw you not long ago, but not at this age." He looked around again, making sure no one was there before he reached out, leaning up to whisper, "Remember what I wrote. It's still true." As he leaned back, his hand lightly rested on Dennis' cheek for a moment before he let it drop.
"You're a lot less skinny than I remember. We'd never be able to share clothes now. How have you been?"