Ash parked in the driveway of his sister's house, right next to her car. He'd only been to her place a few times, and always before it had been hers and her husband's. Now just hers.
He debated for a moment over whether to start bringing stuff in, but left it all where it was. Keep things easier at first.
The front door opened before Ash could decide whether to knock or try the doorbell. Val stood there, the same crooked smile on her face as when they were kids. Maybe slightly different now. More knowing and tired, less smug and whimsical.
"You made it," she said.
"Of course."
"Never know. It was only ever a fifty-fifty any time I invited you."
"That's different."
"Is it?"
"Yeah."
Val moved back to let Ash in. "Because those were social things?"
"Partly? Also... Carl kinda sucked."
Val's grin widened, but a touch of sadness hit her eyes. "Guess now that he's the ex you feel safe saying that, huh?"
"Safer than before."
"Sure." Val shrugged. "You never liked him that much. S'not like I don't know that."
"I tried."
"Not very hard."
"No."
"But then... here we are." Val punched Ash lightly on the shoulder. "You win."
"You know I'd rather have been wrong."
"I know. What can ya do, though."
"What can ya do," Ash echoed.
The siblings stood awkwardly for a moment.
"You wanna bring your stuff in?" Val asked.
"Kinda might as well, right? Just as easy now as later. And I've still got my shoes on."
"Sure. Lemme slip my boots on. I'll help."
It was cold out. Not bitterly so, but enough for Val to start whining by the time they made the last trip from the car. She blew on her hands, fruitlessly trying to warm them up, then stuck them straight down the back of Ash's shirt.
"Ah! Hey!" Ash squirmed away from Val's icy touch, but since her hands were down his shirt he couldn't easily escape.
"You're warmer than I am," Val argued calmly. "Share the wealth."
"At least warn me."
"You'd just be on guard then."
"Yeah. Exactly."
Val pulled her hands back, now closer to room temperature again. "You remember where your room is?"
"You mean the one I stayed in that one time I slept here?"
"Yep. Yours now."
Ash shrugged awkwardly. "I swear I don't mean to stay long. Just... you know."
"Pff, whatever. It's stupid having this whole house on my own. Was always too big for two as it was. I just bounce around going crazy on my own. That or use, like, two rooms for days at a time." Val waved her arms. "What was I ever thinking?"
Ash stayed quiet. He assumed he knew what she'd been thinking, and didn't want to be the one to bring it up.
"Don't look at me like that," Val said. She picked up a bag and started walking.
"Wasn't looking at you like anything."
"I saw you."
"Yeah. And there was no look."
"There absolutely was."
They arrived at what was now Ash's room and set their respective loads down. It was a somewhat barren room, not having been properly lived in, only ever being a temporary place for guests. Since most everything Ash owned was going to be put in here somewhere, that would at least fill some of the empty space.
Val looked at Ash and raised her chin slightly, daring him to say what they were both thinking. He squirmed under her gaze just as he had when she'd placed frigid fingers on his warm back.
"You could always get a different place," Ash said.
"That wasn't what you were thinking."
"No. But it's true. You could."
Val sighed. "Technically, sure." She waved a hand around. "I actually do like the place, though. Like, I picked it for... for living in. Forever, maybe. I love it, really. Just... not alone." She shrugged. "And Carl gave it to me in the divorce, so it's easy. I don't feel like going through the process of selling and moving again."
"No, sure, I get that." Ash's eyes darted around for a second, involuntarily seeking escape. "At least it wasn't a messy split? I guess?"
"No. He was fair about it. More than fair, really. Got the house, came out decent financially. I can't fault him for any of that."
"Buuuttt... he did leave."
"Yeah. That I can fault him for. And... not, too."
"Not?"
"He wanted kids as bad as I did, Ash. And I never really told anyone, neither of us did as far as I know..."
"What?"
"It's me, Ash. I'm the one who couldn't have them."
Ash tensed up. Val was already well past tense.
It was more than either had intended to discuss. Ash knew about the kids thing being an issue. And knew that it was the reason for the size of the house and yard and everything. He hadn't actually known they'd figured out what the problem was, though maybe he could have guessed something close if he'd really wanted to think about it. The way the divorce went down and all.
"His new girl doesn't have that problem," Val said quietly.
"Aw fuck, Val." Ash enfolded her in a deep hug. "I didn't mean to bring any of that up."
She shrugged miserably in his arms. "Was gonna happen sooner or later. I didn't want to talk to anyone about it, but I would with you sooner or later. 'Specially with you living here." She managed a forced chuckle. "Might as well get it out of the way."
Ash kept holding her. "You didn't have to tell me if you didn't want to."
"Ah, dear brother, but of course I wanted to."
"You did?"
"I did. And I didn't."
"Oh. Right."
"Hold something in too long, something that needs to get out..." Val sneaked a hand out from Ash's hug and made a false explosion with her fingers. "S'gonna blow first chance it gets."
"Ah."
"Better to you than... well, anyone else, really."
"Even Mom and Dad?"
"Especially them, are you kidding me?" Val managed to wriggle free and push Ash to arm's length. She stared straight at him. "Do you even know how excited they've been? Thinking I had everything set and grandkids were on the way? I mean, you've not been giving them much hope-"
"As little as possible."
"-and here I was finally... finally getting set..." Val turned and headed out of the room. "At least with the divorce I'm getting all kinds of sympathy and no one's asking impossible questions yet. You want a drink?"
Ash struggled to shift mental gears. "Are you having one either way?"
"Yes."
"Then sure. Why not. I'll finish bringing stuff to the... to my room, then-"
"Later."
"It's just sitting in the entryway."
"So? Whose way's it gonna be in?"
"... ok, later."
"Correct."
****
'A drink' turned into more than one, though spaced widely enough through the afternoon and evening that both Ash and Val stayed closer to sober than not. Val perhaps just a tad less so.
Ash made a few valiant attempts at bringing more of his stuff to his new room, and eventually managed to bring most of it over, shoving the better part of it in the corner.
At least after that there wasn't anything much else to do, and he could let himself properly relax into an ongoing, mildly-alcohol-lubricated conversation about whatever they felt like.
"I think you should tell me what happened," Val said as they sat together in her living room.
"What happened with what?"
"That's the question, isn't it." Val had her knees pulled up to her chest. She rested her hands on them and peered suspiciously at her brother. "I said I wasn't going to pry-"
"You did."
"-but now that my shit's out there already... what's yours?"
"Who says I have any?"
"You did, more or less. In all my years... well, the ones we've been living out in the world on our own anyway, I've never had you beg me for a place to crash."