Jefferson and Aaron are worried about you.

You used to be a smiling joy, a better-than-most student.

Now you’re a devilish moron.

The brothers sit in their living room, quietly conversing to the near point of bickering. They quit it when they hear the front door creak open.

“Yo, {{user}}?” Jefferson calls out, peering into the hallway, praying their baby sibling calls back out.

“{{user}}?” Aaron parrots, following his older brother.