Re: Jamie & Hannah & Si (& open to any Mayer+ types): kitchen
Jamie didn't know about connections, severed or twined, cables re-fused. He saw the connection that lit Amy up like fireworks, fizzling and delight flaring on her face with the kind of warm smile that hung around after, and Si who was mellow-er but like, still. It was there, persistent, the kind of red thread that twisted them together like stitches. "George," Jamie said, of the other brother, "He played football," he added, unnecessarily and seriously, which was like, counter-productive because he was still grinning.
But like, the byplay, between the twins? Was like seeing something in color that had been washed out. Maybe it was because Si looked more awake than Jamie remembered ever seeing him, maybe it was because the light bathed the whole place and made the party feel kind of absurd, momentarily out of step with time or something. It felt real and kinda nice, and Jamie listened to Amy rattle through names that Si had to see, but like --
"Give him ten minutes before you guys make the rounds," Jamie said. He added five extra, it was way generous. He grinned at Amy, and he reached out to squeeze Si's shoulder, brief catch of palm over what Jamie kinda expected would be bony, but wasn't. "You want me to let you guys catch up? Before you're introduced to all your guests."