Kareem didn't care much about moving further into the house. The opportunity to hold a happy, healthy-seeming Andy in his arms was good enough for him. He could deal with letting his cookies burn, whatever, to stay like this. But Andy pulled away, and that was okay, too.
“Them's are cookies, alright,” Kareem said, once they were apart, and led him into the kitchen. They weren't quite done, but the whole place smelled of baking, and chocolate. Like heaven. Kareem didn't necessarily want to say, “I'm good because you're so good,” even if it was true. Would that be putting pressure on his brother? He wasn't sure. So he just grinned. “You know me, li'l brudder, I'm just a happy guy.”