[Albert sits across from Caesar, avidly watching the younger boy stare at the soup.]
You're welcome.
[The weather seems to reflect what Albert thinks of the situation; there's something almost dead in the air, something that unbalances what he considered normal between himself and his brother. The jubilant, thoughtful charm that he associated with Caesar was missing in this visitor.
He shakes the observation away as he begins to eat.]
Caesar doesn't love him? :o SHOCK.
You're welcome.
[The weather seems to reflect what Albert thinks of the situation; there's something almost dead in the air, something that unbalances what he considered normal between himself and his brother. The jubilant, thoughtful charm that he associated with Caesar was missing in this visitor.
He shakes the observation away as he begins to eat.]