Brax made his way down the stairs, still hurt about what his brother had said to him. Charlie looked up from the stuff she was unpacking and said softly, "How did it go? Did he say anything?" Brax sighed sadly, "he is still acting out his little lie. He told me that he didn't want to talk". "Oh", Charlie whispered, surprised about how Casey had acted about it all.
Brax sits down and buries his face in his hands. Charlie hugs him from behind. "He'll tell you eventually, Brax", she whispers and Brax shakes his head slightly. "I've never seen him like that, Charlie. He won't tell me. He won't tell anyone", Brax says and sighs. "I'll have another go in the morning".
