[ He doesn't remember that he'd left his room open that day, door left ajar just enough for Sha-Ming to catch a glimpse of metal on his desk. He'd never felt compelled to hide the gun ("Evoker," he thinks it's called, but can't remember why), not when it was equivalent to a pencil in Minato's eyes. It's a tool, though he can't quite place what it's for. ]
I know.
[ He's never intentionally kept any secrets from Sha-Ming. If his brother was missing information, it's because he hasn't asked the right questions yet.
But maybe that's the issue: there's nothing on his mind. ]
...if there's something on your mind, you can tell me too.
[ He knows Sha-Ming won't. Minato knows that, between the two of them, he's the one who doesn't see the point in hiding things from each other.
He stares at Sha-Ming, expression wholly impassive even though it's clear in his eyes that he's scrutinizing his sibling. Something's off. Sha-Ming wouldn't come to pick him up from school out of nostalgia. ]
no subject
I know.
[ He's never intentionally kept any secrets from Sha-Ming. If his brother was missing information, it's because he hasn't asked the right questions yet.
But maybe that's the issue: there's nothing on his mind. ]
...if there's something on your mind, you can tell me too.
[ He knows Sha-Ming won't. Minato knows that, between the two of them, he's the one who doesn't see the point in hiding things from each other.
He stares at Sha-Ming, expression wholly impassive even though it's clear in his eyes that he's scrutinizing his sibling. Something's off. Sha-Ming wouldn't come to pick him up from school out of nostalgia. ]