 “She’s my sister too,” Dylan grunted putting his fork back down on the edge of his plate. It was bad enough when Flynn kept things from them, but when everyone in the family knew what was going on except for him it hurt. It was more than that too; it was Danny. It brought back memories of the time after their Dad had been murdered (he wished people would remember that part too; they were always saying that he had died and it just wasn’t true) and Danny hadn’t spoken to him. Of all the people in the world Dylan had most needed to talk to his twin and instead Danny had avoided the subject for months and months. He just wished his brother would stop acting like he was alone in everything all the time; their Dad, their sister, their brothers.
“You never talk to me,” Dylan complained, “not really, not when it matters. I’m your twin I should be the first person you talk to!” He tried to keep the note of jealousy out of his voice, but it was difficult. Danny had more friends than him and he so often felt abandoned at the roadside.
Dylan had left a couple of mouthfuls of cake on the plate and he pushed them towards Danny for his brother to share. He might be mad, but they were still brothers. He almost regretting the kindness a few moments later; the news just kept getting worse and worse.
“I can’t believe it’s taken you this long to tell me!” he said as the thought entered his head; Dylan’s thought-to-speech filter had never been very effective. “This is exactly what I mean! If you’re confused about things, especially family things, you should talk to me and we’ll unconfuse each others.” He sat back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest, “how does keeping secrets make you any less confused?” Dylan couldn’t stay still anymore. He jumped out of his seat and moved back into the kitchen to pour himself another drink. “I had a right to know,” he muttered into his cup, casting a hurt look in Danny’s direction, “about Renn, about Henry; I had a right as much as you! Did you think about that?”
He was so busy fuming that he almost missed what Danny said next.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Dylan asked his twin, biting his lip. His anger was momentarily forgotten. “I mean, if Flynn didn’t want Renn to go, I can’t see him being happy about us going either.” He studied his brother’s face closely and recognised the determination that stared back at him. If Danny was going to go then he wasn’t going to go alone; he needed Dylan even if he didn’t always realise it.
“Okay,” he sighed, “where were you thinking of looking?”
“Get away from me, weirdo!” Lunarian said, leaping to one side out of Solarius’ way as the other tiger advanced. Lu caught the smell of stink-bug as his brother slid past and flicked his tail in disgust, catching Sol on the nose. “Stinky stuff is never good, nitwit; it just stinks.” Being white Lunarian had never been very keen about dirt or mud or anything that would mess up his lovely fur. He sat down and gave it a lick, just to make a point. “I don’t eat bugs at all!” he explained, wrinkling his nose, “I’m more discerning about what I put in my mouth.”
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