Daniel's been seeing a woman that he met by chance at Navy Pier. She lives on the East Coast, so I'm quite sure he doesn't see as much of her as he would like. Which is probably a good thing.
You see, Gordon is moping. He slumps around the Hall like a bloody sluagh. It's annoying the hell out of me, although I try to be kind. I've noticed that, when it comes to the two of them, I will always choose Daniel. I'll side with him in a dispute, inquire about his opinion, ask him to the theater before anyone else, even Tori. Oddly enough, my wife seems to understand completely, as if she knows by some instinct that Daniel was my blood brother, my sidekick, my mentor, long before I met her.
But Gordon doesn't grasp that. He's young, and seems to think that if I go to Daniel first, I can't go to anyone else, can't hold anyone else as dear. He seems to think that it isn't fair, that he's my only living relative, that I don't chose him over someone that isn't technically related to me at all. It's all very primary school, and it grates on my nerves.
I must remember to be kind to him sometimes, when he gets like this, catty and jealous, and terribly wounded. It's the wounded bit that reminds me.