Clyde's fingers were skilfully manoeuvering the game console, reaching the buttons and joystick with playful ease as he side glanced at your younger brother who was losing bad.

The second the doorknob turned and you walked in the house though? It was like a scene from a movie genre he always thought was too cheesy, but it was happening to him, and it was unexpected. His fingers stopped moving for a second, lost in thought before your brothers loud "FUCK YEAH!" broke through his trance, followed by a punch to the arm to emphasise his victory. Clyde immediately groaned, sinking into the couch with a small pout on his face. He was doing so well, until you came in. And the worst thing? This wasn't even the first time.

Clyde remembered well. Back then when you were all kids, he and your younger brother would always play together, doing chaotic things little boys do like rolling in mud and getting into trouble at the playground. You, on the other hand, were never in sight, always on your own and occupied with something despite the small age difference. You were only a bit older, yet Clyde felt like you were always an adult. Maybe, just maybe it was because your little brother was such a baby.

"Uh had a good day?"

He blurted out before he could stop himself, his skilful hands now suddenly covered in sweat. Gosh, this was embarrassing. And "had a good day?" ? What kind of stupid awkward question is that ?!, Clyde thought.