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It was hard for Everett to imagine Gray getting into a fight- well a real fight, not the sibling rivalry that he'd witnessed just a short while ago- with anyone. Oh, he could see him sticking his tongue out childishly if someone said something to offend him, but actually throwing punches seemed so out of character. It was even harder to imagine him carted away to the infirmary- really, it probably hadn't been that bad if his own experiences with school nurses meant anything. Maybe he'd just had a black eye or a split lip, maybe just a little injury that required a band-aid.

Still, all of this information seemed to directly contrast what he'd imagined about Gray. Everett had assumed he'd be one of the popular kids, fitting into the mold almost flawlessly. He was loud, bright, outgoing, flirtatious, and, yes Everett could willingly admit it, attractive (well, if you liked that sort of thing). To think that he was something of a misfit was a bit unsettling because if someone as vibrant as Gray couldn't carve a niche into the school hierarchy, how would wimpy, mild-mannered, awkward, and above all human Everett ever going to survive?

"You're a really loving sister, aren't you?" He commented quietly, twirling up another clump of noodles with a practiced sort of precision. Honestly, you could hear the concern and affection for her brother bleeding into her very tone. The stomach thing, however, he couldn't decide if it was a good example of too much information or a handy fact. He didn't exactly plan on hugging Gray, well, ever, but at least if that happened, he'd know how to weasel his way out. Except, for, well, if the mouth was ever open. A chill ran down his spine at the very thought, and the spaghetti suddenly looked much less appetizing. He pushed it away, leaving about a quarter of the noodles uneaten.

"I, uh, think I'm done," He added quite unnecessarily.