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</div>Roman doubted if anyone would ever really know everything about Alvaro and would have been surprised by the extent that his brother actually did. If the aftermath of life as everyone once knew it, it didn't really seem to matter much anymore. It wasn't like there was any kind of real law or even gangsters anymore. There was just breathing and remembering.<br/><br/>"Eh, it was something like capital investments, money makes more money kind of shit." Something he had little understanding of. "Once you stop seeing tangible exchanges of money for real stuff, I kind of start getting lost. That's my brother's playground. I'm not that smart; I'm just a sportsball player."<br/><br/>"Ummm, home, wow." he paused trying to sort it out into something that didn't sound like he'd never had his toes in most people's realities. "Dad was gone a lot, of course. Mom was awesome. Of course we had to go to all these uppity schools with crests and fancy jackets. Ray and my sister liked it. I just didn't really care. All the social garbage just felt like wasting time when I could be playing ball."<br/><br/>He looked up and away in thought. He'd spent most of his life thinking his dad didn't give a squat for him in comparison to the others, but more recently, even as recently as the night before, a lot of that had come into question. "It just seemed kind of regular, I guess. Alpha business dad, older more successful brother, coddled little sister. Me in the middle feeling pathetic about myself," he shrugged. "Went to college for awhile, tried to find something in the middle of 'successful professional' and 'just want to play ball'. Took a few semesters of sports medicine, but I think I mentioned before that I'm not that smart. Sports scholarship kept  me from getting thrown out for a little while, but it wasn't very long before I just ditched college altogether to go AA minor league. That was when I was nineteen. I liked it a lot better, did better, but that was really kind of the end of seeing much of my family. My mom would come out, but everyone was busy by then. It wasn't until I was picked up in Arkansas to come out here that I really saw everyone again for any length of time."<br/><br/>He looked to Dan after a bit of a pause. "I know you were already here, but what about before everything?"