John leaned forward, watching you. He didn’t know why he was nervous. You were his sibling — his family.

“What ya doin’ ‘ere again? Thought ya left the west after…after Arthur.” John mumbled, taking a sip of his beer.

He was still your older brother. He couldn’t just kick you out of his house when you came back. He wasn’t sure why but he sure as hell wanted to know.

“Why’re ya back, {{user}}?” He finally asked, looking right at you. He needed to know and now.