"Lucas! Help!" Claus whined. He was having trouble putting his shirt on; the sleeve kept getting caught in the wiring of his mechanical arm. Claus wore long-sleeved shirts now, to hide his right arm. This was one of the inconveniences of wearing such.
"Just a sec!" Lucas said, taking a spoonful of omelet. He had sewn the long sleeves onto Claus' shirts at the latter's request. He got up from the dining table and walked over to the bed, where his brother was now flailing about, trying to get the sleeve unstuck.
He sat down beside his twin. "Hold still.."
Gently tugging at the fabric, Lucas slid the sleeve all the way down Claus' arm.
"Much better." he said, flashing his brother a warm smile.
"Thanks."
They held hands, fingers interlocked. Claus pulled Lucas' hand to his lips and kissed it softly. Lucas blushed.
"C'mon, then." he said. "Breakfast is waiting at the table."
They got up, still holding hands.