Scott was habitually early, and so was not far behind Alex going into the bar. He looked around, spotting his brother easily. It took little effort: Alex was the only blond man drinking alone. He strode over, sitting on the stool next to his younger brother.
Her looked at Alex for a moment before ordering, noticing the slight change in how the younger man held his body and face. Scott offered Alex a small smile.
"Maybe you should go to space against my good judgment more often."