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Beatrice shrugged and draped herself across the left side of the love seat.
"I mean, okay, sure." She said picking up the remote and clicking through the Roku until she got to HBO Max, searching for The Black Phone, where she brought it up and waited, not playing it yet.
Finn got some more popcorn and then headed over to sit beside Beatrice on the couch. He figured he should be able to make it through the movie without any trouble this time since he'd actually gotten some sleep. "Ready whenever you are."
Beatrice pressed play and brought her legs up, tucking them up and close to the front of her body. She rested her chin on her knees and paid attention, although she had already seen the movie, she liked it, so she was more than glad to see it again.
Finn paid close attention since he'd missed most of the movie, now realizing just how much he'd been asleep for. He idly ate popcorn as he watched, and although he didn't seem particularly scared by the movie, he did enjoy it.
Beatrice stretched out halfway through the movie, lazily letting her leg touch Finn's. She didn't feel a shock in her chest like usual and she briefly wondered if maybe she still loved him romantically, then decided that she must still love him but it didn't make her feels the way it used to because she was used to living with it.
She also grabbed popcorn out of the bowl as she watched the movie, careful not to hit Finn's hand with her own, too often.
Finn, however, did get a slight jolt in his chest that he attributed to being startled by the sudden touch rather than any actual feelings. Either way, he didn't appear any different than usual, simply yawning and continuing to watch the movie. Soon after it ended, he heard whining from upstairs and presumed that Teagan must have finally woken up.
Beatrice looked at the stairs and then back to Finn.
"I can go up, if you want to stay down here," she suggested, standing up after uncurling herself.
"If you want to deal with Teagan's whining, be my guest." Finn shrugged, running his fingers through his hair. "He's kinda pathetic when he feels bad."
Beatrice smiled down at him and then disappeared up the stairs quietly, her steps muffled because of the carpet on the staircase.
She quietly opened her bedroom door and stepped into the dark, where the only light was the slightest bit of sunlight streaming through the not fully closed curtains.
"Hi Teagan," she said, turning to her bed. "What do you need?"
Teagan whined softly when Beatrice came into the room, curling in on himself. Like Finn had said, he looked pretty pitiful. His hair was disheveled and he was flushed with fever, and he generally just looked like he didn't feel well. "I need to die, I think…" He mumbled in reply.
Beatrice frowned at him.
"Teagan, take this medicine," she told him, taking some DayQuil from the bedside table and measuring out the proper amount, holding it up to his lips.
She then make sure the glass of water on the bedside table was full, as he would most likely want a drink of it after the medicine.
"Noooo…" Teagan pulled his head away from the medicine, shuddering at the smell of it. "What do I need DayQuil for…? M'not sick…" He mumbled weakly. "Just got an infection or somethin'… does it make the fever go away?" He whined.
Beatrice pulled back to the bottle and stared at it, confused.
"Hold on," she told him "I'll get Finn." She rushed out of the room, quickly going down the stairs and turning the corner.
"Just kidding, you have to get Teagan because I almost gave him the DayQuil that sits on my dresser at all times." She told Finn and went back to the couch and sat down.
Finn looked up when Beatrice returned and got to his feet, yawning and stretching. "Right. I'll get him some Ibuprofen and hopefully he'll stop whining." He headed over to the cabinet to find the pills and then went upstairs, two stairs at a time, to Beatrice's room. He ushered Teagan to take the pills, got him settled again, and then came back downstairs.
Beatrice smiled at him as he came down again.
"Having a fun time?" She asked sarcastically, but teasingly "I think I might be a hospice nurse for a living, strictly because of this life experience."
"Oh, yeah. Definitely." Finn flopped down on the couch and sighed. "He always acts so tough, but all bets are off as soon as he has a little fever. He's so dramatic."
Beatrice nodded.
"With Irena it's kind of the opposite," she told Finn. "She's generally a loud and obnoxious person, but when she's sick she's really quiet and reserved. It's weird."
"Yeah. Apparently I'm… stubborn." Finn laughed sheepishly. "I don't like being sick, so I kinda just pretend I'm not and go about life as usual until I physically can't anymore."
"Irena knows she's sick, she just doesn't like people fussing over her." She told him, playing the movie. "She said it makes her feel bratty or something."
"Mm…" Finn yawned a bit and settled in on the couch. "Teagan gets pretty clingy. That's part of why I always get sick when he does. I also like to say it's just one of those twin things."
Beatrice nodded, trying to show she understood, or she did on a level.
"Yeah," she said "it must be nice having a twin."
Finn shrugged. "It has its ups and downs. I wouldn't say it's a whole lot different than any other siblings. We're the same age, so we tend to be more interested in the same things, I guess. We can't switch places or anything. Sure, we're identical, but we're distinguishable from each other because we have different scars." He pointed to the big scar on his face that Teagan didn't have.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." Beatrice said and then looked at him closely. "But honestly, being Irenas younger sister really sucks ass sometimes, if I'm being honest. I'm not trying to say my life is tragic and one big sad story but being her sister does suck sometimes, for many different reasons."
"How so?" Finn asked, looking over at Beatrice curiously. "I mean, Teagan's an ass sometimes, but I do like having a brother. Especially since our parents are so… the way they are. It's nice to have somebody who won't leave me." He shrugged.
Beatrice smiled softly and nodded.
"Being Irena's sister means I'm automatically second best in a lot of ways. I know it sounds like i'm complaining, but i'm just telling you the facts."
She paused and inhaled shakily, before letting her breath out in a sigh.
"Irena's, y'know, pretty and very correctly curved. Me, i'm just sharp angles and awkward looking. She's smart, im mediocre. There's a lot of different ways that she's just better than me."