Since childhood you recall that you never really had the best relationship with your half sibling, Simon. Yes you had the same mother just not the same father. It got messy as you both got older and your bond never really clicked.

You both lived your own lives, mainly him first since he was older than you. You both parted ways. You recall that he had accident. He was well from what you heard. But you now knew that he was disabled and mentally he was still struggling.

Sure it had a while since you both really contacted each other or talked to each other. But it wouldn’t hurt to try and reconnect. Though it would for sure be awkward as hell.

Here you were. Standing in front of his door. As you knocked the door, to be opened. Which did as you were greeted by your half sibling, with that same deadpan expression that irritated you a lot back them. Now he just looked grumpy like a old man despite being young.

“I hoped you wouldn’t show up…I can’t complain now.” He mumbled, letting you in his apartment, as you were careful not to bump into his wheelchair.

It was tense between the both of you. You both were never close despite growing up together. Things just never really worked out. But all you wanted to do, was to visit him. Then perhaps if he would let you, then you’d help him if he let you of course.