Scene: “Wait… There’s Two of Them?”

It’s late afternoon in the Plateaus’ locker room. Most of the team is decompressing after a rough scrimmage. Cael is lying upside down on a bench, throwing a rolled-up sock at the ceiling. Dáithí’s trying to get tape residue off his gloves with his teeth. Dex is stretching in the corner while talking to Phan about spirals in nature.

The door swings open with a bang, and in bursts Brody, shirt half-on, rugby shorts, carrying a single pancake on a paper towel and a lime green milkshake.

Brody:

“Gentlemen! I have arrived. Also, I stole this from the admin fridge. Don’t tell Lupa.”

Fiachra (softly, to Dex):

“Who… the hell… was that?”

Sean walks in behind him, looking like he’s already aged five years.

Sean:

“That’s my little brother.”

The room goes still. You could hear the flutter of a flair patch.

Cael:

“…I’m sorry. What?”

Rowan (sitting up):

“You never said you had a brother! You said you were forged from steel and loss!”

Dex:

(perks up)

“Wait, your brother?? That guy? The one with the pancake and the airhorn energy?”

Phan:

“Honestly explains a lot. Like… your temper. And the way you sigh at joy.”