These papers were full of miscellaneous information, ranging from medical documents to college essays, all from at least five years ago. Even further back. What Chuck fixated on was how none of them had Red's name.

Not one.

The idea of these belonging to an ex-girlfriend was out the window for... reasons. Also, Red didn't seem like the type to keep strange and boring old records of a specific past lover. As far as Chuck knew, anyway.

It wouldn't make sense for these to belong to any of his family members. Red doesn't know his family members any more that Chuck knows Red's family members! The younger bird in the pictures did have a strong resemblance to Red.

Chuck couldn't even begin to make sense of this.

...That is until taking a closer look at one of them. The birth date being exactly the same as...

The stack of papers fell to the ground due to a yelp being heard by the door. Red and Chuck's flushed expressions matched up with one another.

A painfully unnatural smile appeared on Chuck's face, sweat beginning to form. "Red!" His expression immediately dropped as he, too, dropped to his knees and spoke quickly. "Red, I'm so, so, SO sorry for snooping around instead of just helping with the organizing, like you wanted me to-!"

"You READ THOSE?!"

"I- Um." Chuck lowered his head in shame before quickly fixing his posture and grinning. "Yes... Yes! Indeed I did!"

"WELL, THAT'S... bad."

"Yup! Really, really bad! Like, really, really, really bad!" Chuck's positive attitude not once left.

Red brought a wing to his face. "NO WONDER IT WAS TAKING SO LONG!" His wing moved to his temple. "Guess that's my fault for... Are you smiling?" He stared at Chuck directly, who simply beamed at him. "You're smiling." He took a step forward, which made all the difference in the world at the moment. "You ENJOYED doing that?!"

Chuck felt as though the world was shaking. "N-No! I mean-!" He stepped back to regain more space between the two. "I-I didn't... not... enjoy reading that...? B-But just because I love knowing more about you! HOWEVER, I'm just smiling 'cause, like,... I read your private stuff. I really should get yelled at and I just feel so awful, I deserve it!" Both wings were used to signal towards himself. "I wouldn't have able to live with myself had I gotten away with it, Red!" He held Red's face, ominously repeating himself. "I wouldn't have been able to live with myself, Red."

"Um." Red blinked. "C-Clean the other room, then? ...To make it up for me?"

Chuck's pupils momentarily became the size of his eyes. "Yessir!"

As the yellow bird zoomed out of the room, Red stared at the stack of papers on the floor followed by him picking them up. He knew he should've thrown these out. He always knew. Some of them were important. Some of them simply weren't updated yet with-

"Done!"

The room became a mess of papers and all both birds thought to do was stay in absolute silence.

"Um." Red eventually spoke up, catching Chuck off guard. "Th-... Those a-aren't mine..." His name being softly called out was ignored. "That's, uh... My sister..." A cringe became apparent on his face by the time that last word was reached. "Twin sis."

Chuck tilted his head. "...I thought you were an orphan who lived alone?"

"Oh! Uh. She's dead." He said, blankly. "Pretty dead. One day she was there. The next she wasn't. You know how it goes."

"And you're telling me this now?"

"...Does it matter?"

"...Were you...?" Chuck simply gestured to the papers by their feet rather than saying something out loud that he knew, for a fact, that he would regret.

Red faced away from him. "Don't tell anyone."

"I'd never, if you don't want me to."

Chuck smiled, eventually leading Red to smile back at him. That is until Chuck spoke up.

"Also, y'know if you had a twin sister, that means that both of you must've been born the same-" Red glared at him. Chuck grinned sheepishly. "Sorry!"