Kellan read the qualification notice standing up. He had found a chair, put his coat over its back, and then risen again when the support coordinator called his name.
“Your brother can come in,” the coordinator said.
“He’s already here.”
Theo lifted two fingers from the far end of the waiting room. A walking stick rested across his knees. He had chosen the chair near the door because it was easier to get out of, and Kellan had spent ten minutes trying not to look as though he was watching him breathe.
The coordinator apologized and changed the name at the top of her appointment sheet.
“Put his first,” Kellan said.
“I can say that myself,” Theo told him.
Kellan sat down.
