"Everything checks out alright." The doctor announced as they strolled back into the small medical room where Spam and Click sat and stood (respectfully) atop the small cot and the far wall.
"Vitals are in the healthy range. Same with weight to height ratio. No dietary deficiencies or other irregularities of note." They said simply as they closed a binder with a snap.
"By all accounts, young Addison here is as healthy as can be."
Spam dropped his head to stare intently at his knees as his chest began tightening… He had been sure there was something wrong with him, there had to be.
Why else wouldn't his pigment have come in yet?
"No abnormalities, at all?" Click pressed calmly.
"Besides the lack of developing pigment in his plumage?" The doctor surmised, casting a skeptical look at Click as he dropped the paper he had been reading back onto his little clipboard; "None. He's a prime picture of health."
A weary sort of expression settled in the doctor's eyes as they gave the younger Addison in the room a quick glance; "But if his lack of pigment is cause for concern, I could get you in contact with an Addison Specialist?"
Spam couldn't get the words out, his throat felt too tight all of a sudden, but he very desperately hoped that Click would say yes.
"The lack of pigment isn't hurting him, is it?" Click asked calmly, instead of jumping at the chance to fix him.
"Not at all." The doctor said reassuringly; "Although, the lack of pigment may result in stunted growth further down the line, as I'm sure you are aware, Addisons begin their final stages of growth with the development of their pigmentation… But besides remaining a below-average height, young Spam here will be perfectly fine."
Click nodded slowly, thoughtfully before looking to Spam.
"Any thoughts on this?" The older Addison asked calmly.
"I…" Spam's words got caught in his throat, cutting his voice off with a mortifying little squeak that left him with nothing to do but look down at his lap.
"I think… Do you have any brochures for Addison specialists?" Click asked as they pushed off the wall they had been leaning against.
"Of course." The doctor replied casually; "Excuse me a moment, I'll go fetch you some."
No sooner had the door closed did Click set their hands at Spam's shoulders.
"Spam." Click sighed as they settled to kneel before the youngest brother.
"Spam, I want you to listen to me. Carefully." Click said gently.
"I do not care that you haven't come into your colour yet. The doctor said you are healthy and well, and that is all I care about." The older sibling said firmly.
"We'll pick up a few brochures or whatever so you can look through them, but I don't want you rushing into any major decisions before you figure out what exactly you want, do you understand?"
Spam nodded hastily before bowing his head, allowing Click to press their foreheads together.
"We're family, always, no matter what, you know that right?"
"Course." Spam sighed.
"Good." The older sibling clucked lightly as they rose to stand again just as the doctor returned with a small wad of paper stacks. Click handed them off to Spam after they gave the brochures a brief look over.
The next time Click began raiding their siblings' rooms for trash, they found that stack of brochures torn to shreds at the bottom of Spam's waste bin.
At least they knew why Spam had been so moody all week…