braidmage: (:? thinking)
Reynir Árnason ([personal profile] braidmage) wrote in [community profile] redmarsshit 2020-01-21 09:31 pm (UTC)

Reynir blinks a few times, wondering if it would be prying to ask, but Foggy has been friendly and willing to talk about himself so far and answer questions, so he asks:

"Rosalind? Who is that?"

It doesn't surprise him too much to hear that Foggy's parents were proud and also scared. His own mother was so scared any time his siblings talked about their thrilling lives, their many adventures. She would have kept them all at home, if she could. Even if her fear was always the most intense and overt when it came to Reynir...

"Four. Two older brothers, two older sisters. I'm the baby."

He could leave it at that. Simple, really. Just the youngest who had stayed at home, in a family that was bland and normal and not at all complicated.

But what family is really like that, after all? And Foggy doesn't seem like he's going anywhere, now that he's reunited with his beloved peanut butter, so Reynir explains:

"See, the thing is my siblings are all immune, and my parents aren't, and I'm not, and that - probably doesn't mean anything to you, but without getting into the whole thing, it's a big deal in my world. There are lots of doors that are open for them, because of that. There's... this program people can be part of, to make it so non-immune parents can be surrogates for - babies that will be born immune, because they're genetically... someone else's. But I, um. Well, all my siblings were born through that program and I wasn't so it's pretty obvious I was just kind of an accident. It doesn't mean we're not a family or make them any less my real siblings -"

A hint of defensiveness, there, which speaks volumes.

"-it just made things complicated, kind of."

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