When Castor stepped through his door, Iris quietly looked him over, trying to feel for what state he was in. It didn’t seem like it was a good one. He seemed so…alone. Iris ached for him a little bit, but sympathetic words and gestures weren’t what he wanted. He wanted his brother.
“Right away, Castor. First…..can you think of anywhere he might be? If I had an idea, it might be easier, though if you don’t, that’s fine. It’ll just take a little longer. “