"It's also a wrong pill to swallow," Louie points out, followed by a huff at his own clunky phrasing. His whole thing is conversation, talking, but when it really matters in an emotional it's much more difficult. "What I mean is... I don't know, I guess I don't need you to take care of me anymore. Not as much. Yeah, that's kind of true.

"But that's a good thing. 'Cause I needed to grow up more anyway. You're my big brother, and you're good at that, but we're still triplets. And it didn't always feel like--" Louie gave a little shrug before reaching up to his hoodie, each hand fussing with one of the hood's pulls. "Sure, I don't have everything figured out. I still need help with things, and a lot of it can be from you. I bet it will be. But now that I know more about some stuff, or at least about being here, I can help you with things, too. We can take care of each other, and I think that's... You know, pretty cool."