"Ain't there a word fer folks like you an' me talking about normalcy?" There was another light nudge against Sam's side. "Irony?"
It was strange sitting here with his older brother. Most of their interactions consisted of the bitter spats that had started this courtyard encounter. It felt as though something like this hadn't happened before their father passed. Before Sam went to work in the mines, before either of them found out they were mutants. Before everything changed. "I coulda done with a dose of normalcy a few times over. I ain't gotta tell you anymore that this ain't at all how I pictured things. Everyday, it jes' seems to get worse."