[ he's trying to imagine what Colt was like - imagining a taller, broader-shouldered Falco. a strategist, he said... sharp witted, probably friendly if his younger brother's disposition was any indication. he's smiling softly to himself, when the question stirs him from thought.

...Abel glances down at him as if surprised - really, it's been a very long time since anyone had asked him much of anything personal. there's a hesitation before he answers ]

No, I... [ ... ] ...not anymore. [ it's a bit quiet. ] I have a younger sister, but... we don't see each other very often. I guess you could say work keeps us apart.

[ ...the rest, for a long time have been--

--he nudges gently at his glasses, and smiles brightly ]

I have many good friends by my side, and I can't help but think of them as family now... so I'm never lonely! I'm just glad they're patient and kind enough to put up with me, you know...? I really should be more grateful, I think. Maybe I'll try to remember to say 'thank you' when I get home.