Wrapping the towel around his waist, he reached over for his toothbrush.

"Yeah," he called, reaching for the toothpaste.

She came in, holding some freshly folded towels and opened the cabinet to put them up. "How're you holding up?"

He shrugged. "Better than I could be, I guess. It's Monday, right?"

Emma nodded, not looking at her brother, fiddling with the towels in the cabinet and stalling for time.

"So..." she said, turning and pretending to straighten something else.

He sighed, 'Here it comes,' he thought. "Go ahead, get it out of your system," he said, lowering his head and rubbing a hand through his hair.

She laughed. "So, yeah......