A knock on his door and before he could answer, Scott dipped his head in. He obviously had something to say, but was interrupted by finding his brother sitting on his bedroom floor. A frown. “You okay?”

Virgil sighed. “I’m fine.” Scott had been hovering for the past four days, as expected after any injury, and Virgil appreciated it, but it was starting to get tiresome.

“Why are you on the floor?”

“Because it is comfortable.”

Another frown. “Did you fall out of bed?”

“No, I swam out of it.”

The non-sequitur made his brother blink before the concerned frown turned into an exasperated glare. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine!”

“Okay!”

There was silence for a moment, then Virgil found himself smirking, despite everything. His brother also appeared to be trying to keep a straight face. “Doofus.”

“Muttonhead.”

“Cheeseball.”

“Spacecase.”

“Pancake.”

“Pancake?”

“Well, you are flat on your butt, aren’t you?” Scott finally entered the room and offered him a hand up. Virgil mocked glared up at him as he took his hand and levered himself off the floor. He didn’t miss the pair of blue eyes assessing him as he did so.

Whispers

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