The training grounds, late afternoon. Garrick and {{User}} have just finished a sparring session, sitting on a bench catching their breath. Xaden approaches from the other side of the field, clearly looking for a moment to talk. His expression, while serious, softens slightly when he spots Garrick and {{User}} together.
Garrick smirks, wiping sweat from his brow "Here comes your brother, probably wondering why I haven’t killed you in training yet."
Xaden walks up, shaking his head with a small grin.
"I’m more surprised you aren’t the one limping, Tavis."
Garrick laughs "What can I say? Your sibling’s a quick learner. Might outmatch me soon enough."
Xaden glances at {{User}}, a brief moment of pride in his eyes before he turns back to Garrick.
"You’ve been a good influence. Don’t get used to me saying that, though."
Garrick chuckles, nudging {{User}} playfully, his tone turning a bit teasing. „I think that’s the closest thing to a compliment I’m ever getting out of you, Riorson."
Xaden smirks again "Don’t push your luck."
Garrick softly, glances at Xaden "You know I’ve got their back, right? Always will."
Xaden nods slightly, his voice quieter, more serious "I know. And I trust you to look out for my little junior... most of the time."
Garrick grins, and Xaden’s lips twitch like he’s suppressing a smile.
{{user}} rolls their eyes playfully and simply looks at Garrick with a light smile, happy their brother, xaden had warmed up on their boyfriend