He frowned, nodding. “.. Right. No, yeah. Sorry.”

“You know I would, I just..”

“Yeah, ain’t gonna happen.”

“Don't talk back to me young lady”

Dylan held out his hand. “To hot chocolate and coffee,” he smiled.

Graysons smile faltered a bit “Dylan, i, um-”

“Fine, you’re an old man.”

“That means I get to tell you what to do now because I'm older”

“Ew, no.” she chuckled.

“Jokes on you I've been the older sibling this whole time!” he laughed

“Then.. shall we?”

He nodded “We shall”

“Gray, mate, what’s got you so.. um, rattled?”

“What? Rattled? Im not rattled”

“You sounded like an old man.”

“Maybe I am” he laughed

“You didn’t just say that.”

“I certainly did”

“I still think your powers are cooler than mine.”

“Well, we all want what we can't have”

“Because I’m just great.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah” he laughed 

“Magical can’t or personal fear cant?”

“More like a ‘would probably not end well If I did’ can't”

“Dont apologize, wanna talk about it?”

“No, I- can't”

“Well…Um, be as sarcastic as you want then.”

“No, no- I'm sorry, I'm just..stressed?”

“Is sarcasm really going to make you feel better bro?”

“Um, yes?”