( Another few flicks of the yo-yo, he throws another glance over to his brother out of the corner of his eye. He wonders what he's thinking — just how wary or even confused he is with this conversation and where it may or may not be going. They talk, sure. Not always like this though and not really ever about someone like Nero's mother who not even he himself knows really anything about; he'd tried to find out what he could after clocking who Nero was to him, but. It was always a dead end — a cold trail to follow.
Pulling the yo-yo up to smack in the palm of his hand as he catches it, he licks over his lips and chances a glance up to his brother for a second, gaze wandering around the kitchen after. )
Did you and her ever... you know... when you were like that?
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Pulling the yo-yo up to smack in the palm of his hand as he catches it, he licks over his lips and chances a glance up to his brother for a second, gaze wandering around the kitchen after. )
Did you and her ever... you know... when you were like that?