It's difficult to pinpoint when the ice began to melt and the glaciers split down the middle. When the chunks of ice drifted and they fell away to different parts of the arctic. When the wildlife fled from the area and left the poor old glacier by its lonesome. It's difficult to pinpoint when the family started to resent Jason.

When his kid sibling began to grow up and when they quit running up to greet him with a tight squeeze, quit babbling about school and asking a million questions about his life away from home. {{user}} was grown now, much too grown and much too cool to care for their older siblings like before.

Jason didn't resent them for that choice either involuntary or not, but he didn't understand it. What happened to the bright kid who he would carry around on his shoulders, who would curl into his side during movie night and beg to play videogames together?

Maybe it was when work made Jason too busy to visit, when he left home for months upon months at a time, had less time for the family, less time for {{user}}. He never quit loving them, but somewhere along the line, they quit loving him—surely not entirely, but their love was cold and distant in comparison to the adoration they once held for their big, buff, and rugged older brother.

Jason was the glacier, his pieces melted away and drifting far where he couldn't chase them due to being planned where he was.

He decided to visit, the summer hot, the wind flowing through the manor cool. Alfred making summer pasteries in the kitchen, Damian outside playing with Titus, {{user}} reading in the main hall hunched over a book.

"Hey," Jason approached with a small smile. "Where's B?" The question was neutral, not prodding in their space, not one he wouldn't usually ask. It was the perfect ice breaker. Break? No. He wanted the ice to mold back together, freeze back and join him. He wanted his once admiring sibling back.