Four Brothers 100
#51: Water
Ages: Jack is young, Bobby is ... older than Jack. I don't know exactly. Someone give me a timeframe for the brothers' ages, I will love you forever.
"Bobby?"
The call was completely normal. So normal, in fact, that in most circumstances Bobby would have learned to ignore it. But it was the small half-whisper the words were whispered in that made it special—but also very common.
"Bobby?"
"What do you want, kid?" Bobby mumbled, lifting his eyebrows a little although it didn't help to lift his heavy lids.
"I'm thirsty."
He could feel Jack's hands on his shoulder, sense Jack leaning over him to whisper again…
"Bobby. I know you're awake."
Bobby smirked. Now the kid was getting philosophical. "How do you know?"
"Because you're talking to me."
"I might just be talking in my sleep," Bobby countered, slowly waking up. Funny, he wasn't angry. Unusual too. None of his other brothers dared to wake him up. But then, none of his other brothers habitually slept with him at night either.
"Well, can you walk in your sleep and get me some water?"
Jack sounded ticked off now. Since when did the little bugger have authority to boss Bobby Mercer around? Bobby sighed and thought about continuing his discussion with little Aristotle—and then thought again. And then thought that thinking was too hard at this time of night.
Jack: 1. Bobby: 0.
He got up to get the kid a drink. There would always be tomorrow night.