Billy was at the window again.
Tommy paused in the doorway to the Kaplan apartment, fingers tightening over the doorknob before he shook himself out of it and closed the door. A quick glance around confirmed that the darker-haired twin was alone, probably what made Billy allow himself to sit at that seat and stare out that window.
The speedster wasn't stupid. Wiccan may have cleaned himself up and put a smile on his face and cracked jokes with the rest of them, but on the inside he was still at that window. He may have managed to fool everyone else that he was over it, but Tommy, being a master of masks himself, could read through it easily.
He dropped his bag by the door, making his way over to stand a bit closer to the spellcaster. "What do you see?" He heard himself ask.
Billy had the good grace to jump and look over at him, brown eyes taking a moment to focus on the blonde. The words seemed to take a moment to register and Tommy made himself wait as Billy thought about it.
"Nothing yet," He shrugged lightly, unfolding himself from the seat. He didn't quite get up.
"Have you ever?"
"No," Billy's cheeks tinted red, but his eyes drifted towards the glass again. "Sometimes I think I can almost feel something tugging at my mind, but when I try to focus on it, it disappears." frustration swept across his features, darkening them.
"Like you know you forgot something, but no matter how hard you try, you can't remember." Tommy mused, collapsing ungracefully on the cushion. Billy's darker eyes watched him for a moment, surprise showing in them before understanding.
"Yeah, just like that." long, slim fingers picked at the edges of his jeans. "Sometimes, I get flashes of light, or color. Once I remembered grabbing the edge of a black dress but it disappeared before I could hold it." He confided softly.
It was almost as if they were sharing their most shameful secrets, the way their voices were low and they kept their heads close in the empty house. Still, they shared them, the almost memories and feelings. The way they seemed to be triggered by words, or actions or senses. To their surprise, they had similar ones.
A room filled with books. Large windows overlooking a garden. Laughing. A hand gripping their own as they waited for something. An elaborate cake. Candles flickering...
"Maybe..."Billy started, only to stop himself.
"Maybe what?" Tommy snapped, then made an effort to lower his voice. "Sorry."
"Well maybe they're from...before."
"Before as in..."
They stared at each other for a long moment before they nodded simultaneously.
"Its possible." Tommy admitted, "Will we ever get them all back."
Billy shrugged helplessly, looking tired. "Maybe. Maybe something sets them all off. Maybe we should be looking or listening for something."
Their speculation stopped as Teddy entered the house, blue eyes flickering with surprise at seeing them both seated side-by-side at the window. Billy beamed genuinely, and Teddy seemed to sense the sincerity in it because his shoulders relaxed and his expression melted into a soft answering smile.
Tommy stood and breezed out, content that he'd gotten his brother away from the window.
