“Hey,” Jon says, peering into your room. He only sticks his head in, unwilling to step full into your room without knowing if you’ll throw him out. “Wanna play catch?”

Lately you’ve been too busy for him. You’re older, he gets it. Dad spends more time with him now that Jon’s powers are developing. Yours hadn’t. Mom says you’re a later bloomer, but Jon doesn’t know if you agree. He thinks you’re lonely.