Knowing it had only been since lunch made Adrian feel better, at least until Isaiah started talking about being alone.
The microwave dinged and Adrian pulled out the plate, plopping some bread into it before carrying it over to Isaiah. He said down across from his brother and sighed. "Yeah. Same. I was alone for years, in other countries. Sometimes I went without talking to another human for days. Others I threw myself into the work so hard I forgot to eat until I passed out. I told myself it was okay. I was okay. It was safer. But...fuck I was lonely." That, unfortunately, was something all four Delacroix brothers had in common; desperate loneliness.