Andrew sighs softly with relief that Sylas has at least that much social awareness. "It's really nothing special aside from the…occasional times people mistake us for each other when I'm not wearing my glasses. Though, I imagine the feeling of missing out on something with your siblings isn't pleasant."
"Please, do go eat." He pushes his glasses up to do something with his hands while he thinks. "I wouldn't hate meeting again either - see you around, Sylas."
His mildly pleasant expression drops when he watches the other purple-haired man leave. Eventually, he left the warehouse as well, ending his ruminating on if the pattern was broken after all.
