Timira all but broke Jacks shoulders when she shoved herself off of his lap and onto the other edge of the couch when she heard foot steps. Her hand flicked a layer of hair in front of her neck to cover the irritated skin there.

Jack sucked in a gust of breathe, startled. “What’s wrong?” Confusion rang in his eyes until he heard the door fling open.

“Quill! Get your ass back here and tell me what the hell is going on!” Eliza’s voice was sharp, and held the wrath of a woman scorned.

“I told you, I didn’t want to talk about it!” Was the response that rung through the corridor as they both stomped up the stairs.

“What was that about?” Jack asked, his jaw set.

The moment was ruined, so Timira stood up and straightened her shirt.

“I’ll take Quill, you take Eliza.” She said, and began walking down the hall.

“Wait! Timira, shouldn’t I take Quill?” Jack asked, catching up to her.

“No, she’s your sister. She’ll tell you more than she will you. Twins are like that.” Timira’s voice seemed to have an empty hallow sound to it, so Jack only nodded.

Timira pecked Jack’s cheek at the top of the stairs and banged abruptly on Quill’s door.

“Let me in, kid.” She said, crossing her arms.

Quill, startled, opened it without hesitation.

Jack, on the other hand, was polite about it. “El, its me. Let me in.”

“Jack-y!” Eliza squealed and opened the door, throwing herself into her brothers arms.