Patrick sat on the couch eating a piece of pizza, Teresa was in the back putting Jeremy to sleep, and Matt had followed her, only Hans sat on the couch beside him. Patrick studied the boy, he was about nine, hair like his sisters, he was the only one out of Teresa's brother's with the same emerald eyes. Patrick wondered the exact reason the boy didn't talk, he hadn't told Teresa that he knew this, but knowing Teresa she knew him enough to know he had definitely noticed.
"Hi" Patrick said, the boy looked over at him and gave a slight wave before turning back to the TV.
"I know you can talk, you just don't want to" Patrick told him, Hans looked over for a second before looking away.
"Because your mother died, you were much closer to her than our father" he continued, more sure about what he thought now.
"Your father didn't drink before your mom died did he?" he asked, the boy shook his head 'no'.
"You were quiet before, but you could always talk to her about anything, she always had time for you no matter what"
Hans looked at him a gave a slight jerk of his head Patrick took me be a nod, there were tears in the boys eyes, obviously he still wasn't over his moms death.
"You can't talk to your sister like you did your mother can you?" Patrick asked softly, the boy looked away from Patrick.
"Of course you love her, but you miss your mom, its normal" Patrick assured the boy, he seen Teresa come into the door way and glance at her crying brother and at Jane sitting there talking to him. She was about to start forward when Patrick held up his hand with one finger pointing up signalling her to give him one more minute, with a roll of her eyes Teresa walked back into the kitchen. But was still listing in and watching.
"It's alright, you can talk to me" Patrick assured the boy, who looked up at him in disbelief. Then he frowned before looking back down at his feet.
"I know what it's like to lose a mom, my mom died when I was eight too" Patrick told the boy who was still looking at his shoes, he glanced a=to where he knew Teresa was watching.
"I know it sucks and you don't want to talk to anyone" Patrick told him, Teresa stared at the two people sitting on the couch and felt like she hadn't known either of them very good. She hadn't known about Patrick's mom, but that was excusable, but that she hadn't thought to sit down and talk with her own brother wasn't, the fact that she had assumed all her brothers were doing okay when they weren't bugged her.
"but if you talk about stuff more it does help" Patrick told the boy, who finally looked at him and nodded.
"Even if it's not me" Patrick told the boy.
The boy leant over and whispered in Patrick's ear "I don't need to talk"
before standing up and walking past his sister, whom he waved too with a smile.
"Hans!" Teresa said surprised "Your talking now?" she asked, the boy looked at her and shook his head before heading back up to the guest room.
"Well…" Patrick said walking up to stand beside Teresa, who looked over at him with a questioning look on her face.
"What did he say?" Teresa demanded, Patrick looked at her.
"Ahh, well pretty much that he doesn't want to talk" he said with a shrug.
"Well at least he whispered" Teresa said glumly, Patrick smiled at her.
"don't worry, he talks when he doesn't think anyone hears him, his voice isn't as husky as someone's who hasn't talked in over a year" Patrick reassured her, Teresa wasn't all that reassured, she wondered how she was supposed to feel that her brother talked, just not to her?
"He doesn't want to bother you, he thinks you have enough to do already" he said, seeing her emotions written across her face.
"Well, I'm going to bed" Teresa stated changing the subject.
"Me too actually" Jane said, for once he felt like he might have a good long nights sleep, he wondered what his father would think when he got home to find a group of people sleeping in his room. Well knowing his father Patrick guessed he already had a second plan in mind, if people thought Patrick Jane was psychic, they hadn't met Mr. Jane.