He wasn't sure if anyone in the household smoked, so after finished his cigarette he put it out on the concrete patio and palmed it, smudging the soot mark with his toe [ seeing as he'd deposited his shoes in his room prior to coming back downstairs ] and waited a couple seconds to walk back in, his hand resting on the doorknob before he finally pushed inside, making a side trip to the kitchen to dispose of the trash and then swooping back around, his hands now back within his pockets, towards the living room in an aloof manner, taking the neglect from his twin in stride.<br/><br/>"Hey where do you keep th--" He stopped, hazel eyes growing soft as he viewed Rebecca, his twin, looking rather unhealthy.. The tears in her eyes made his heart soften a bit toward the girl, even though her response toward him had been the exact opposite. A step forward, voice filled with concern as he reached a hand out to rest on her shoulder.<br/><br/>"Hey.. Becca.. you okay?" The inquiry came from genuine worry, he himself not pushing the personal bubble space yet, just because he didn't want her to reject him again. Brow furrowed, a sigh escaped him as he slowly moved his way into the seat next to her, head inclined a bit as his hand moved from her slender shoulder to her chin, trying to pick it up a bit.<br/><br/>"What's wrong?" She would have been able to see this wasn't faux emotion, and hopefully she'd open up a bit to him so living in this house together would be a bit easier on the both of them, not to mention their poor mother who, even though she kept up a facade of being okay, was probably having her own troubles despite the two of them.