"Sorry I'm late, got held up at the station." He insists, dropping himself down in the booth across from his brother. "Well, I'm not gonna beat around it. You wanna uh. Tell me anything? Two things, maybe? Three, actually- Things that maybe you saw fit to correct the paper on before even bothering to speak to your own brother?" He realizes, after a moment, that he's being perhaps a little accusatory. So he sighs, retracts, recollects, then speaks again. "I'd like to keep up with you, Hawk." He reminds. "You're my brother. And we're all stuck here except fer Gee, and if she turns up, I'd like to keep up with her, too." He adjusts- he'd had no issues, walking in, sitting down- kicking his injured leg across the other under the table- he's been doing well for a while now- in a way weed couldn't have mitigated old hardware in a leg he should have had operated on years ago.
"Findin' out about you and Hobbes was one thing- ain't like I work with the guy, or anything, and was left clueless. But you an' Matt are engaged and I would have... at least liked to have heard about it from you, so I could congratulate you, or somethin'." He sighs.
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