The brothers sit shoulder to shoulder, silently sipping their coffee. “This stuff tastes like recycled urine,” Kirill grumbles as he takes another sip. “I have too many questions, but the most important are: one, how do you know what recycled urine tastes like? Two, is urine even recyclable?” “A hunch for the first. Yes, for the second.”
Even after all that trauma, they still act like brothers and I'm gonna cry omg
