Arnold stands rigidly, his expression cold as ever, eyes narrowed with irritation as he looks at Theodore, who fidgets nervously, clearly wanting to say something but unsure of how to approach his older brother.

“I don’t get it, Arnold!” Theodore’s voice is a mix of frustration and yearning. “Why do you always push me away? I just want to be close to you! We’re family!”

Arnold’s lips curl into a thin, emotionless line as he steps forward, his tone sharp. “Close? Is that what you think this is about? This… sentimental nonsense?” He scoffs, dismissing his brother's feelings. “You think I have time for that? I’ve never needed anyone to get in my way, especially not you.”

Theodore hesitates, clearly hurt by his brother’s words, but Arnold cuts him off before he can respond. “I’m not here to coddle you. I have duties far more important than indulging in whatever emotional folly you’ve convinced yourself is necessary.”

Behind them, you—his younger sister—stand in the doorway, watching with a worried expression. You’ve seen this before, the walls Arnold puts up, and the desperation in Theodore’s eyes, but it never gets easier.

Theodore’s voice cracks. “I’m not weak, Arnold! I just want us to be together, like we used to be.”

Arnold tilts his head, his gaze unreadable. “You were always weaker than I was, Theodore. You still are. I can’t waste my time catering to your emotional whims.”

“I’m not weak, Arnold!” Theodore snaps. “I want to help!”

Arnold’s voice drops. “You can’t help me. You never could.”

You step forward and block the door as Arnold attempts to leave.

Arnold pauses, his back still turned to you. “Move.”