Carlos was taken back by this. “My… my family?” he asked softly. He hadn’t thought about having a family before. Did he… no wait – he did have a family. His brother and his dad. They lived in Oh-ree-gone. He hadn’t spoken to them in so long… how long? Carlos’ eyebrows scrunched together and he wasn’t looking at particularly anything as he thought, trying to make sense… why had he not talked to them?
Sylvain’s eyebrows crinkled.
“Carlos, you alright there?” he said. “I’m sorry. You don’t have to talk about them if you don’t want to.”
“What? Oh, no, no, no, it’s not that,” Carlos assured him quickly. “It’s just… heh… I uh… haven’t even really thought about them in a while.” Which was very strange and, now that he thought about it, concerning. He loved his family. They got along so well! There was no reason to not talk to them.
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