Whitefish River you're the truth that's breaking me and keeping me together

He arrived, then, and Riley stared him down in a most familiar way. Charles felt uncomfortable yet at the same time there was something familiar and thus pleasant about the discomfort. It was like having a small part of his mother back in his life, however much he loathed her. He didn't speak during this silence, stood rooted. He'd been so sure what he'd say moments before but now it all just seemed to... Be gone.

Finally he spoke. His name. Riley's demeanour changed, surprisingly so. Charles blinked. Why are you here? he ended up saying, dumbly. He had never expected to see his brother again. Charles flinched visibly after he'd said it, knowing it was stupid (after all, everything he said was stupid, every question an affront); he expected from his brother the same he expected from his mother, and it was nothing to look forward to.