Is something so humorous about my brother’s true name? I realize that most call him Dave, but…honestly?
You snicker just a little bit at how hilarious he had seemed to find it. That was a little strange, actually.
We are indeed. Fraternal twins, though I suppose the adjective goes without saying.
There are precious few privy to the knowledge of his whisper-quiet, secret dorkiness. You must have known him well.
It’s hilarious because he hates it! Sadly, not everyone gets my sense of humor, because I suppose it’s not really a sense of humor.
Oh, that explains it then!
It’s not so secret as much as it is smeared across his whole existence.
I knew my Dave well because I practically raised him alongside his Bro. Well, whenever Bro was gone, I was there.
Well, yes, it is somewhat amusing to hear him decry his name as if it were some sort of indelible slur hurled against him, as if that simple monosyllable was in abhorrence of his very being.
Our similarities? I suppose. Do we still look as similar as we used to?
Well, that depends on the existence, I imagine. He’s done a rather good job at concealing it within my own iteration of the universe.
