Luke could testify that their eldest brother exists in a near-constant state of annoyance, but he does particularly dislike being kept waiting. At least Caston does as he expects him to when he arrives, relieving him of the towel and standing at attention.
He acknowledges his brother's presence with a terse hum, and turns to the dishes. Caston is left to clutch the dish towel and stand in awkward silence for a few moments while Michael attends to the dishes.
Eventually, he hands the other man a freshly-rinsed glass.
"So, Caston. How are things at work?"
The way he speaks the word work is strained, as though it pains him to call what his brother does to earn a living work. (It's not that far from the truth, in his mind. A convenience store? Shurleys were meant for greater things than retail.)
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He acknowledges his brother's presence with a terse hum, and turns to the dishes. Caston is left to clutch the dish towel and stand in awkward silence for a few moments while Michael attends to the dishes.
Eventually, he hands the other man a freshly-rinsed glass.
"So, Caston. How are things at work?"
The way he speaks the word work is strained, as though it pains him to call what his brother does to earn a living work. (It's not that far from the truth, in his mind. A convenience store? Shurleys were meant for greater things than retail.)