Though they'd suffered the same loss, Jamie's initial reaction was to offer comfort. He reached out, his fingers curling around Theodore's wrist gently. They squeezed once before he withdrew the hand. "That's good that you have them, then." So he'd been right, and the cards were precious. He felt it a privilege to have been allowed to handle them, given what they must mean to Theodore. Jamie cherished the few items he had left of his own mother. If he'd known, though, he might not have asked that question. "All right, different subject. Or at least a change of direction." It wasn't being insensitive if he steered them back toward something happier, was it? Thinking of something Theodore said, Jamie gave a short huff that might have been laughter. "If it wasn't obvious already, I'm not exactly the pride of the family, so you couldn't have known. My brother likes to pretend we're not related. I'm fine with that. We're nothing alike. I won't be changing my surname any time soon."
His grin was cheeky. The more Winston tried to drill purist nonsense into his head, the more Jamie was determined to be opposite.
"Since you already know my plans, what are you thinking of doing after school?"