Sebastion finishes his drink and puts the milk back in the fidge still opened.  He grabs a leftover chicken leg and heads upstairs his bedroom.  Along the way, the visage of his sister breaks through the fog.  With how very close they were all their life it is little wonder that she is one of the few things that can cut through the numbing fog and let the pain in.   The pain first appeared with the loss of their sister, so sudden and unexpected.  As things got worse and the anger seeped in, the numbness was a welcome nullifier.  He resented any that interruption to that welcome lack of feeling.  His sister was a well-spring of feeling.<br/><br/>He turns and sees her frumpy, chore day attire.  He sucks in a breath and says "can't you a least do your hair once in a while?  I get uglier just being associated with you."