Yuki couldn’t remember when he had last finished a cup of tea around his brother. No, he usually stormed out by now, usually decided Ayame’s frivolity was not worth his time. Time had long since passed since then, now everything felt much different.
“So…Machi, is it?” his voice rang.
“Mine, for you?” Yuki spat back weakly.
“Touche,” Ayame smiled and finished his own cup. He stood, the long gown flowing down to the ground in pleats, “Want another cup?”
“Sure.” Yuki watched as his brother, wondering how much longer it would take until things could feel normal once more.