Re: Jamie & Hannah & Si (& open to any Mayer+ types): kitchen
It was funny. One second, he had been stood there with Amy and she had felt - okay, not like, solid, rock-sure like Mars felt, secure in the specific spot she had in the world - but still, present. And when she realized it was Si, and smacked him it was like Amy had been less shiny, less bright and she had lit up like one of those lights strung all over the place. Si looked secure, but he also looked like - awake? And it was the kind of awake where Jamie hadn't realized just how not-awake, not-present Si had looked before until right now. He was hugging Amy with the kind of squeeze that looked like it maybe hurt a little and Jamie stepped into his own hug with the kind of grin that was like, little brother in orbit of two very shiny planets, or whatever, and he patted Si on the back, middle of the shoulder-blades. It was less intense, but there wasn't a lot that was more intense than the twins, and Jamie twirled his umbrella's point against the lino of the floor.
"Almost?" Jamie grinned, tried to make it sound like surprise and failed. "Man, you didn't get the memo. This is a house-warming for our other brother." Teasing and Si's dry voice was kinda comforting? Familiar, like the guy hadn't changed exactly so much as gotten more himself. Jamie hadn't got a lot of up-close experience with rehab. He hadn't waited, like Amy. Who looked shiny-bright and incandescent and kinda right, like yeah - book ends, shoved together.