"Yeah, sure," Faelan answered with a smile. It was actually funny to think of how resistant he'd been to the idea of Quidditch only a little over a year ago, when the idea of a match now seemed like a non-event.
Silence fell for a moment and Faelan looked up, feeling his brother's deep concern like a breath of air. It felt better than Faelan ever could have admitted, or imagined. Maybe he did need people more than he thought, but it was still so hard to trust anyone other than himself. How could he learn to balance such conflicting emotions?
"You sure you don't want some tea or something?" A few minutes ago, he hadn't wanted to see his brother at all, but now he found that he wasn't quite ready for him to leave.