JR's lips pressed into a firm line at his brother's admission, thinking to the reason why Tommy's ribs still hurt. Bones took a long time to heal, especially ribs. The bastard in the tower was well and truly dead, his spine ripped out and the tower blown to kingdom come. It didn't make JR feel any better when he saw his brother in pain though.
He shook his head and pushed the dark thoughts away as Tommy picked up his tablet, and the smile on his brother's face was a sight to behold when he straightened. JR allowed himself to be guided to the desired spot and his jaw dropped.
The storm was a mad swirl of colors like something out of a Van Gogh painting, the currents twisting this way and that and stretching out for what he knew were thousands of miles across. "Wow." He exclaimed quietly, awed at what he was seeing. "It is amazing, you're right."