Re: Jamie & Hannah & Si (& open to any Mayer+ types): kitchen
To be fair, Si didn't exactly see Jamie as resilient either. He'd been crushed after a joke about being like a 14 year old girl, and then another, when Si had teased him for saying 'like' so many times in a sentence. Now, of course he knew Jamie's touchiness was caused and/or exacerbated by other circumstances, but it did mark him as brittle, at least to Si's mind. Si wasn't resilient, but he wasn't brittle. He didn't break. He numbed himself before he ever could. He wasted away. But, he didn't break. Amy could be brittle, depending on the time of day, the lunar cycle, a blade of grass—how she was changed, waxed and waned, but, most of the time, she didn't shatter. If she did, she was so loosely held together, it made so little of a difference, most didn't notice. So, while the twins might not have been resilient, they weren't eggshells either.
"The bed's on the floor," he said dryly to Jamie, like that mattered. It was, for the record, a joke. But, Si just looked at his sister when Jamie said to kill him if he started liking baseball, it was feigned, wide-eyed surprise, paired with an incongruous smile. It wasn't a topic he was going to go further with, so that was all that was elicited from him. Until Jamie said no one could have sex in his bed. "Shit, I was going to walk someone over later just for that," he said, the comment highlighting the fact that Jamie's place wasn't even near enough for fucking in his bed to reasonable. After all, if they'd been at Jamie and Mars', neither Amy nor Si would've offered. See? Another joke.
When Jamie talked about pasta—and Hugh, by shadow of implication—Si knew it wasn't going to hit right. Amy brushed it off, because that was what she did. Another crack that wouldn't break her, but that was there all the same. Si lifted a shoulder. "May is pretty cool, yeah," he agreed jokingly. He moved to put his arm in a half-drape over Amy's much smaller frame. He looked down at her. "Smoke break? We can talk about rent."