I dreamt they dropped a bomb

It seemed like Scorpion might not have realized the depth and intensity in which his brother showed his loyalty, the boy's opinion of Scorpion was much higher now than his own. He was feeling sorry for himself, falling into a rut that would be hard to emerge from. Feeling like a failure was not an encounter Scorpion had ever planned on experiencing. He wouldn't wait long for his brother's presence to be at his side, the pale boy making himself comfortable as Othello was out. Apparently he wouldn't have to work very hard to help, as Soliloquy seemed quite confident in his words. Speaking he could do.

Scorpion would lean back, ready to take in all the questions and give all the advice, but all he got were three words. His brother was going to be a father. A wide smirk would fill up his features as he took in his brother's rather bland expression and a chuckle would fall from his lips. "They're yours right?" The last time they'd really spoken of Isolde he hand't even touched the girl! Another chuckle would softly leave his lips as he settled back down, more relaxed as he watched his sibling. "Well, what do you want from me?" he wouldn't be the one to provide for them, or was he looking for someone to get rid of them? He'd tit;t his head again, his brother was full of explanations today.