Friendly Court.
Quentin couldn't shake that the atmosphere was thick with tension, uncertainty and some. . . Odd feeling?
"Ike?"
"What?"
"Are you sure this is a good idea??"
They walked up to a blue house, a big blue house, a black car sat out front and the doorway seeming to be taller than it normally should be.
"Yes; When I met Theodore I had fun."
"You barely remember it."
Cornelius rang the doorbell, Bonnie turned to Quentin and Ike,"Be nice. . . And don't ask questions about. . . Sensitive topics.", they nod, Quentin only felt himself beginning to sweat once hearing the footsteps.
The door opened and Quentin looked up in shock and. . . Maybe horror.
The man was unnaturally tall, muscular like he could break someone's skull with just his hand: Black hair slicked back, glasses and looked tired, Quentin gulped scared.
But then he smiled,"Cornelius; So good to see you and you brought the whole family.", Cornelius and him hugged, Bonnie smiled as Beatrix hid her face in her shoulder and Ike straightened up a little.
"Robert, how have things been."
"Uh. . . Hard, but we're getting through it, Theodore woke up a few weeks ago."
Robert moved to the side,"Please, come in.", they enter, Quentin feeling his heart racing as the door closed and clicked.

~

"Can I talk to him?"
Robert nods, then crouched down,"He's a little. . . Different, he may not talk much and, if he does he may slurr his words a little; All part of recovery and rehabilitation.", Ike nods,"And keep my voice down and be gentle.", Robert nods, patting his head,"Good.", Ike went to the living room, Robert smiled at Cornelius as he grabbed a coffee pot,"He's been visiting a friend in hospital.", Robert nods, having heard about it; hoping for the best, for the kid.

Ike peaked in, the TV playing Scooby Doo and on the sofa; Theodore lay, his head had a bandage wrapped around his head, bruised and dired blood, bandages around his arms and lay across the sofa, blanket and pillows supporting his comfort.
"Hi. . ."
Ike spoke as softly as he could, Theodore flinched and lifting his head ever so slightly to the doorway.
Ike stepped closer,"Hi, I'm Ike. . . You remember me? It's fine if you don't, probably best for a better introduction.", Ike smiled,"I'm Ike, and you're Theodore. . .", Theodore nods, shifting slightly to sit up a little better.
"Mhm. . ."
"Nice to meet you, I uh. . . I brought some things over, thought maybe we could talk a bit or just, sit and read a little."
Theodore, looked at the TV and his dad, who peered in and offered an encouraging smile and nod.
. . .
"Mhm. . ."
Ike simply took a another pillow and sat on the floor by Theodore, Theodore reading over him a comic book of Scooby Doo.

~

"Your son is very kind. . ."
Quentin couldn't help but feel envy or annoyed, that his brother was being complimented; Ike was good, but it didn't stop him from feeling annoyed at him.
Maybe he should have a look around. . .