Re: Jamie & Hannah & Si (& open to any Mayer+ types): kitchen
Si wasn't tall and thin, really. Even as an addict—and almost all heroin addicts ended up as bones—, he'd been someone who occupied a lot of space. He wasn't overly broad or even stocky, he was just built like a tree. Just big, immovable. If Amy was a window lit by soft fairylights and framed in frothy, gossamer drapes (she was small and diaphanous, his twin sister—not even 5'4" and scraping at 100 pounds), Si was the solid wall that held her up. He did look better though. Some of the shadows were gone from his face, the funerary black so heavy under his eyes had faded, and there was a clarity in his eyes that had been missing. He was a little less sharp in the face, and he looked cleaner. His beard was the same scratchy shadow it always was and his hair was wantonly finger-brushed, but he seemed more grounded, Si did.—He knew vaguely about Jamie's issues with eating, but his brother had gotten really fucking defensive about it, so Si had dropped it. And, as for noticing a change? He'd been so checked out before, it was almost like he'd never seen them to begin with, so he had precious little to compare to. Sorry. More noticeable to him was, well, Amy's hair that smacked him in the face and filled his mouth as she spun around.
Si made a show of spitting it out, but he smiled easily. He stayed low, so he could hug her without lifting her too far off the ground, and his smile stayed as she kissed his cheek. "Hey," he said again, this time pairing it with a squeeze, before he let her go. Jamie was smiling over Amy's shoulder and Si looked down at his sister as she smacked at him with all the ferocity of a leaf against a window pane. "Don't you know what a surprise is?" He asked her as he moved around her a step, so he could take Jamie into a loose hug. It was less squeezing and claustrophobic, and more a sling of arm over shoulders and a press of chests together. He didn't linger. He stepped back again, positioning himself beside Amy and putting an arm over her shoulders familiarly. Si had always been relatively affectionate with his siblings, especially Molly and Amy. Having been book-ended by them, they'd all spent a lot of time together, and Molly and Amy both wouldn't have let him get away with anything less. "You know, I almost missed you guys," he teased dryly. "Another year and I might've gotten there."