Re: G and Robert
"Do you ever have short stories?" Robert asked, shaking his head. "You know most people just have a house. No story attached to it." They might not talk a lot, but when they did, Robert was always struck by how different their lives had been. "Still, I told you already that the house is open. Maybe sure no one shoots at the cars and the bikes, and we're fine. Actually, make sure they don't shoot at anything. I like my house, even without the story attached to it."
Robert snorted. "You are the private type, I'm shocked. I bet you were the one how didn't even shower in the school locker room, waiting to get back to your door." He nodded. "I got the whole day and nothing to do." He started to walk, which was as much of an answer as anything else.
He cracked a smile as he studied his brother. "Have you ever done anything just for fun?" he asked as he opened the door of the back yard and stepped inside. "For us, getting drunk meant coming back from a mission and being alive. Sometimes, it meant someone was MIA or dead, but there were moments when we were just having fun, letting off some steam. It doesn't sound like you've ever done that."