Alex wavered a hand in hello, and out down his mug. "Maybe. Or maybe I should kick Xavier's ass a little more often. That would have been more therapeutic I think." He grinned easily, surveying his brother for changes, for differences. "How are you, little brother?"
It was an odd revelation to have, to suddenly know you didn't envy your brother, but felt equal and at ease with him. And it made Alex smile.