Whitefish River 'Cause I need you here with me

So not very long from now, he would have little siblings, and he would definitely be gone by then. But he would visit. No need to feel so guilty. That's what he kept telling himself. 

He had more questions, of course, but then things kind of went to shit. Spica threw a huge baby fit, and her points were mostly valid, but they way she delivered them was kind of harsh. Syrma basically said what he had initially been thinking, which made him feel kind of bad because he knew that wasn't the case. He looked at them both with apprehension because he honestly wasn't sure where this would go.

He looked back to mom then and—was she crying? This was just too much. He couldn't stand seeing his mom cry. He shot the twins a dirty look. Good job, he spat at them. You made mom cry. Despite his uncertainty about the whole thing, he got up and sat on his mom's other side just as Emrik drew closer to her. He asked the twins not to disrespect her, and Acheron had a feeling that wouldn't go over very well with his sisters. He pressed against his mom to offer support because, more than anything, he really wanted her to stop crying. 

When mom turned to address the twins, he kept quiet. And when she was done, he braced himself for the aftermath.