Austin yawned, tossing his book bag on top of Ritchie's by the door and wandered into the kitchen. As he opened a cabinet, he heard the familiar opening song of the Teletubbies and inwardly smile. Letting the cabinet close, he grabbed two apples out of the bowl on the counter and headed into the living room.

His brother was curled up into one side of the couch, his ears folded down on his head and tail curled up around the pillow laying against his legs. His eyes were glued to the across the room, fuzzy colors flashing across his melancholy-set face

He sighed as Austin walked in, not giving him a passing glance. Without looking, Austin launched one of the apples towards him and Ritchie caught it effortlessly, taking a bite as he sat on the other side.

They sat there in somber silence for what could've been hours. The room turned dark as the sun outside set, leaving only the bright colorful light of the tv the only source of light in the room. Ritchie shuffled in his seat, leaning his head back on the couch. "Patricia teased me last time she was here about this. Not harshly, she was smiling the whole time," he said, voice unusually soft and downtrodden. He scratched at the skin of his apple. "She was always so pretty when she smiled."

Austin smirked. "You always thought she was pretty."

"Because she always was!" Ritchie hit him with the pillow, but with no malicious bite and Austin felt some of the tension in his shoulders release.

They turned back to the tv, Ritchie now tossing and turning the throw pillow in his hands, still keeping his eyes on the screen. Austin looked around the room, his eyes landing on the various picture frames hanging on the wall. Mostly of them two, a collage of them growing up alongside each other. Their parents there too, though they became more sparse as the two boys got older in the pictures.

He finally settled on one: the most recent. The first day of school the previous year. The two stood in front of the house, Ritchie holding the other in a headlock and both grinning. Behind the tops of the house, storm clouds had started to gather. It had looked like it was going to storm, so their mom had urged them to both take an umbrella, but still insisted on taking the picture.

His throat twisted into a knot and he quickly shoved it down.

"Do you remember when we were kids? Dad would sit us down here, give us the remote, and let us duke it?" Austin asked.

Ritchie chuckled. "This was the only show we'd both watch without fighting."

"Because all you wanted to watch was Blue's Clues and get everything wrong."

"Well you're the one who just wanted to watch that static loading screen or whatever with the bouncing square."

"I was waiting for the square to hit exactly in the corner and it did!"

On the tv screen, the yellow teletubby got scared by a rabbit and rolled down the hill. She sat up at the bottom, unscathed of course. She complained about a sprained ankle and Ritchie smiled. "Tch. This is so stupid."

"So stupid."

"...Thanks you for this. Love you brother."

"Love you too, bro."