Jon had pressed at him not to go. It was none of their business in the end, and assuredly the child had family to visit him. Cris had only looked at Jonathan softly and shook his head, and the other relented--both knew that that family was anything but close, and at any rate-- Hadn’t the reminder of that family moved away after the incident? The pair had never really interacted with the twins for any long period of time, and the only one they knew on sight was the red-head, but he had since been released. It was the youngest, the one most injured from the incident, that Cris was concerned about.

Cris stared at Jonathan, and the other got their coats.

And that was how they ended up here, at Landel’s Institute, visiting a child they barely knew. Even the name was beyond them, only learned when they looked into visiting, and the receptionist proved it after a point. Still, it didn’t matter. That child was likely alone, and any friendly faces might help to put him at ease. Sometimes just knowing you had a friend made things easier.

So Cris walked in with a friendly face and quiet expression, moving with assurance to where the boy was sitting, and Jonathan trailed after, holding a potted ivy somewhat awkwardly in his hands. Hair fell into his eyes, and he lifted his chin to tilt them clear.

Cris stopped and leaned down, holding out a hand to shake. “Hey, you. How are you doing?”

Behind him, Jonathan angled his eyes away, before coughing out a short, “Hello.”