"Do I?" Faelan asked, perhaps sounding a little more surprised than he felt. It wasn't Oliver's words that caught him off-guard, more that Oliver noticed. His brother's ability to read him had always seemed uncanny when he was a kid. Maybe there were some things that time didn't change.
"Nah, I'm fine." Except that he wasn't. He didn't want to be here.
He glanced up toward the stage, and took a long drag on his smoke.