✂ 03. [RL with Dexter]
Brian had had a lot of opportunity to think, and he knew things were changing. Between he and Dexter, and just in his life. Dexter had killed him in his timeline. He couldn't forget that. This wasn't a reminder to himself - he literally couldn't forget it; it kept occurring to him, over and over again.
But somehow it didn't make a difference. It was his brother, still the same brother, no matter how many years passed. Brian didn't have it in him to believe differently or to behave differently.
He cracked open a window to Dexter's place, took a good long look around to check for observers, and slid it open the rest of the way. It was easily three o'clock in the morning, known as o-dark-thirty in some parts of the world, and he was going to visit his nephew. The present was crooked under his left arm.
Brian dropped in and, with the ease of long practice, pushed the window shut silently. He already knew where everything was; he made his way directly to Harrison's crib.
But somehow it didn't make a difference. It was his brother, still the same brother, no matter how many years passed. Brian didn't have it in him to believe differently or to behave differently.
He cracked open a window to Dexter's place, took a good long look around to check for observers, and slid it open the rest of the way. It was easily three o'clock in the morning, known as o-dark-thirty in some parts of the world, and he was going to visit his nephew. The present was crooked under his left arm.
Brian dropped in and, with the ease of long practice, pushed the window shut silently. He already knew where everything was; he made his way directly to Harrison's crib.