His things sat in boxes, all ready to take the flight to France. They held no protests, no reason for them to need to stay here, since they were nothing more than inanimate objects, and therefore, lack the ability to whine and kick up a storm about leaving home. School was a boarding school, but his family were around him, and he lived none too far from the campus at any rate for it to feel like he was leaving home whenever he went to stay there. If he got homesick, he could easily spend the night under his parent's roof - and he had two roofs to choose from.
But this - this was unnerving. France was a completely different country. Being homesick meant something he had to deal with, and he couldn't just hop on a bus or wait around after hours for a ride home. The only family going was his sister, and as much as he loved his twin, Christian just didn't know how he was going to cope without everyone else.
Sitting on the floor in his darkened room, brown eyes wandering over silhouettes of the boxes, the still shapes of the things he were to leave behind, he noticed when the door opened and light streamed in through the crack in the door. There was a shape breaking the beam of light. A small shape, and lips curled into a small smile at the sight of the little girl.
"Hey there, Jellybean," he said, greeting his little half-sister, patting the floor beside him to let her know it was fine for her to come and join him.
Without a word, the girl slipped into her big brother's room, heading over and sitting beside him, little legs stretching out before her, mimicking the pose Christian sat in. Once she had settled beside him, Christian wrapped his arms around little Ainsley's shoulders, hugging the smaller body to his own. It was difficult to pin-point just where Ainsley had acquired her way of saying very little, since even though her father was a quiet man, he held his tongue only unless he felt comfortable talking, and with the right friends and conversation, and he could talk anyone under the table. And she certainly didn't get it from her mother, since Christian knew that their mother was a person who enjoyed healthy conversation.
Then again, when compared to both his own parents, even he was a little different. They may have had a different father, but Christian felt as close to little Ains as he did his own twin, and sometimes, there were only things he felt he could share with the younger female.
"I'm gonna miss you," he told her, looking down at her face, shadowed in the darkness of his room. "You're like my little personal diary - I know I can tell you things and you won't ever breathe a word of it to anyone else. But I'll also miss you just for you."
"I know," came her simply reply. The little girl had no need to elaborate, she got her point across with as few words as needed.
"You can come visit us as often as you can, and we'll try and come visit you too. We'll show you all around the French town, and show off all the French words we've learned." He was rambling, something he rarely ever did. Rambling was something Isobel did. Running a hand over his hair, the male let out a heavy sigh and leaned back against his bed, head flopping backwards onto the mattress. "I kind of don't want to leave," he admitted. "I know we need to go, and it's better for us there - especially Is - but I'll be leaving here. Leaving Mom behind, Dad and Tetsu. Even Jon and Jakie-cakes." There was just something about being around his baby sister that allowed it all to come out, even things he knew he should be able to share with his own twin. "I don't feel ready for leaving home."
Ainsley didn't say anything, but merely crawled up onto her brother's lap, her arms wrapping around his neck and her head resting upon his shoulder. His own arms came up and held the eight year old, hugging her tightly. That was the great thing about Ainsely, you didn't need words to feel better with her around. She may have had the creepiest eyes he had ever seen, but she had some of the warmest hugs. Fate's way of evening things out, Chris supposed.
Smile broke out onto his lips, and Chris swung lightly from to side to side, still holding his little sister. "I'm gonna smuggle you with me. You're little enough to fit in my luggage. I don't need clothes, I'll just bring you."
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