"Is that a thing? I guess that's a thing. I was an only child." Never learned how to deal with the picking and nagging he saw swinging back and forth between the twins all the goddamn time. For a visceral moment he misses them so much it sucks the air out of his lungs-

But only a moment. Knifework prompts a quirked brow and-

Delta tries, bless his little green heart, but a snapshot of Brandon's skin cut up and flayed flickers through his memory all the same. "...what the everloving fuck, Sam."