Riku woke to see his brother's bed empty, a familiar thing. RIku knew that if he was awake, Neveah would soon be as well. He walked to the kitchen and pulled a jar of applesauce out when he heard the door open. He turned to see Mikael entering with a solemn face.
"There's applesauce if you want any," said Riku, as he popped off the top.
"I'm fine," replied Mikael. Then he said, "Have you ever loved someone?"
Shocked by his brother's civil tone, and honest question, Riku said, "No. Love is the slowest form of poison.
"Do you want to be loved?"
"Wouldn't know it if I felt it," replied RIku, lying through is teeth. Of course he wanted to be loved. He yearned for it. He had never really felt loved, if loved means a sense of belonging. He couldn't even imagine someone really caring for him.
"Neveah loves you,"
"No, Mikael, Neveah loves you. You mean the world to her. I'm just the back up.
Now it was Mikael's term to be startled by