A sigh, because he was being just a touch facetious with that. Maybe they're used to weird shit, but at home is a little much.
"At home. Just a turn of phrase, really. I guess I should say we're...used to it. Which isn't to say we like it."
He gestures vaguely at the ceiling with one hand, as if giving a lecture to a recalcitrant student, and when Ben comes over to crouch near him, he smiles up at his brother.
"'Course. I hate cilantro, ugh. Waste of a burrito topping, a travesty really."
A pause, and he meets Ben's eyes, brows raising, "And yeah. Uh. Unicorn, there was a unicorn. Which I disemboweled to get at some pills, and then you..."
He lifts both hands, punches his fist into the palm of the other, "...punched me sober. Bam. Truly your most heroic moment."
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A sigh, because he was being just a touch facetious with that. Maybe they're used to weird shit, but at home is a little much.
"At home. Just a turn of phrase, really. I guess I should say we're...used to it. Which isn't to say we like it."
He gestures vaguely at the ceiling with one hand, as if giving a lecture to a recalcitrant student, and when Ben comes over to crouch near him, he smiles up at his brother.
"'Course. I hate cilantro, ugh. Waste of a burrito topping, a travesty really."
A pause, and he meets Ben's eyes, brows raising, "And yeah. Uh. Unicorn, there was a unicorn. Which I disemboweled to get at some pills, and then you..."
He lifts both hands, punches his fist into the palm of the other, "...punched me sober. Bam. Truly your most heroic moment."