Syrene entered her apartment, where her brother was sitting at the kitchen island quietly eating a bowl of cereal.
"Morning, Chris. How are you?"
"Fine," he muttered, keeping his eyes glued to his bowl.
"Listen... we are moving once more," Syrene said softly, walking over. "I'm so sorry I keep putting you through all of this, Chris. My boss wants me to live at his place, and he wants you there, too. I really think you'll love it—it's huge, and you can bring all your gaming consoles with you. I just need to pack what we need right now, and the rest is going into storage."
Chris stared straight ahead, scraping his spoon against the porcelain.
"Are you just going to ignore me, Chris?"
He slammed his spoon down. "You're never here anymore! I hate being by myself all the time!"
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