Re: Jamie & Hannah & Si (& open to any Mayer+ types): kitchen
"I can't usually manage it," he said of the surprise she refused him. There was a connection. A twin thing. Si and Amy had always been in each other's heads. Not about everything all the time, but the connection—Si could remember the single severing of their connection. It had come to him first as a hunch. A feeling. A nightmare, a neck ache, then a coldness he'd never felt before. He hadn't understood it. Everyone thought he'd been stupid enough to use and he deserved the relapse, even as he denied the possibility that it could be. But, addicts were liars. And then the news had come and everything clicked into place.—But, he wasn't thinking of that black hole of loss now, or the mix and mire of the weeks following, where days bled into each other, stuck together by tar. Amy was smiling, propping her hands on her hips, and playing at sternness, and Jamie gave his own grin. Si managed to remain fully in the present, with no threads of himself evaporating away.
The hug he'd given to Amy hadn't been intense, though. He'd squeezed her, the way you squeeze someone's hand for reassurance. It was a brief pressing together, followed by coming apart. The hug to Jamie didn't differ much, except Si had always been softer with the girls. Really, there was little immediate intensity happening. Si was loose, and, yeah, present, but always at a distance. H had never changed that, so much as plastered over him giving a shit at all. "What's his name?" Their other brother. Si smiled, understated and low caliber. He lifted his brows at both of his siblings. "I'm only guessing at the time. Maybe you should stay away longer."
Si wrinkled his nose in response to Amy's as he looped her in close. His eyes caught on the flap of the umbrella as it caught a little wind in its spin, then he looked back up at Jamie. Amy was informing their younger brother that Si would miss them, and Si only answered with a kind of 'ehhh' expression. When she started talking about who he needed to meet though, he turned his gaze back to Jamie, like, can you believe this? "Should I?" He asked, entirely rhetorically, of Seven and Audrey, but he had to sigh when Amy asked if he'd seen Marta. "No." He tried to remember if she'd sent a picture. He was pretty sure she had, but his memory on smack was hazy and it didn't really matter very much anyway. "Tell her to give me five minutes before we make the rounds," he told Jamie.