"Sue. Sue," Storm said insistently. Even sitting in the next room, staring quietly at his own hands, Kristoff can hear him. "Sorry to interrupt your urge to get the kid milk and cookies or something, but how do we know this isn't a trap? Maybe all that happened yesterday was some elaborate--"
"For Heaven's sake, Johnny, did you look at the boy?" Mrs. Richards irritation with her brother was clearly impeding her volume control, as well. "In all the times we've seen him, when have you ever known him to be able to act? He's never been able to lie outright to get an advantage that we've ever seen; so he couldn't look like his heart was crushed if it weren't crushed. And we've got to consider our responsibilities in the situation. Not even dealing with any implied obligation from ties of blood."
"The boy must probably be even less comfortable with the possibility of our being half-brothers than I am, Susan," Dr. Richards finally, awkwardly, adds to the discussion. "If he even knows."
Well, he does now. And Kristoff Vernard Von Doom, age fifteen, who had previously thought it would be nearly impossible for anything here to make him feel more empty or more broken...does.
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