Dimi slips readily into the role of consoler, far preferring it to being the one in need of comforting. He rests a gentle hand on the back of Calvin's head, an automatic, familiar gesture. Feeling like he should be the strong older brother makes it easier for Damon to pull himself back together, so when he says, “I’m fine, now, Calvin. I’m fine.” It’s believable.

Until he holds his brother out at arm’s length to get a good look at his face. Then the pit in his stomach reopens as he recalls what he'd seen on the third floor of the lodge and the brave facade starts to crumble, again. His face screws up with emotion. “Yes,” he admits. “I needed to see that you were all right... You are all right? Nothing...strange has happened to you?”

Before Calvin can reply, Dimi pulls him into another tight hug. As though it’s the only way he’s sure his brother is really safe.