<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/07/Charmed_helen_b.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">H</span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">ELEN</span> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">B</span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">RIANNE</span> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">M</span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">ITCHELL</span> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;"><br/>          it is in you to carry on      |      it is in you to lay down fears that hold      |     it is in you to find your way home          </span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><em>thinking about the family.</em><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">   » tragan  </span></span><br/><hr/><br/>Brie almost winced when she saw the subtle change of expression in Tray's face at her mention of their younger brother. Neither of them were consciously neglectful of their family - far from it, if one really considered how protective they were of their father and of Will - but both of them had a habit of being caught up in their own lives. Brie knew that she, at least, had a habit of brooding about arguments and replaying those conversations long after they were over, and sometimes she suspected that Tray avoided people when he wasn't feeling great. That usually didn't include her, though, so she'd never had a reason to think much about it; she just made sure that he knew that she was there to support him.<br/><br/><strong>"I haven't been around much at all, especially in the past few weeks. The timing sucked because Dad and I had an argument just before I went on tour, and I just haven't had the time to reach out to Will. I don't think he's avoiding me, but it just gets so busy..."</strong>Brie forked another mouthful of lasagne into her mouth, chewing vigorously while she considered the prospect of her last conversation with their father. She was past overdue for a reconciliation, and even she wasn't so stubborn that she couldn't admit that he was (partially) right. That didn't give him the right to lecture her, but...<br/><br/>She shot her twin a smile and nudged him gently in the ribs.<strong>"Don't look so guilty. Will has a life of his own, just like we do."</strong>Left unsaid was the fact that all three of them - she, Tray, and their father - always had a niggling worry that he would get wrapped up in magical troubles that he wouldn't be able to protect himself against. That hadn't been a problem for a long time now, though, and hopefully their relatively demon-free lives would continue for a long while to come.<br/><br/><strong>"I don't think I can do lunch tomorrow, because I'm overseeing the renovations at the studio while Joanne's away. If you want to stop by with take-out, though, we can do that if you don't mind the less-than-finished rooms."</strong>The upstairs rooms, which consisted of an open room with tables, couches, and an open kitchen area, was more or less finished, complete with electricity and water. That was why she'd ended up moving in there for the time being - less travel time, less hassle... and besides her wardrobe, she didn't have much in the way of material things.<br/><br/>The doorbell prompted Wyatt to answer the door, which left the dining room feeling even more empty than before. Brie couldn't help but feel a small twinge of annoyance at whoever was at the door. They didn't see each other, let alone eat together, very often to begin with... she begrudged the disturbance, as minor as it was.<br/><br/>Turning back to Tray, Brie tapped on his phone lightly before he put it away.<strong>"I know you're fine with sharing Austin with me, but is he okay with sharing <em>you</em> with me?"</strong>Her teasing smile brought some levity back into their conversation.<strong>"I know you two probably haven't had much time to see each other lately, especially considering his job."</strong>