Mathilda is still in bed as we start breakfast, and she’s not happy about it. Not about the morning thing, not about the breakfast thing, and by the sounds of it, not even about the being in bed thing.
”Might as well take these off”, says Samuel, dropping the headphones to his shoulders. He has heard nothing of the commotion.
”… And listen to Mathilda making squeaking noises”, I smile.
”On the other hand…”
He reaches for his headphones again, and adds:
”Noone’s gonna say I’m not supportive of my sister, but there is a difference between being supportive an damaging your hearing.”