2016: let's set fire to the west coast
2017: east coast here we come.

Matthew was there when Gilbert woke up, perched on the end of his bed like a little golden owl, grinning like a Cheshire Cat.
"I knew it. You were watching me sleep."
"I wasn't watching you, Gilbert. I'm over here." Gilbert turned his head to see Ludwig in the corner of the room, leaning back in a chair and reading a book.
"I wasn't talking to you." Gilbert huffed.
"Well, I'm the only other person here."
"Oh...ja."
Matthew giggled and floated off the bed, beaming with excitement. What was he doing? Why was he so cute doing it?
"Bruder...is everything alright?"
"Oh...oh ja. Just...I'm..." He was so distracted by Matthew. What was he trying to accomplish here? He had moved across the room and was now floating above Ludwig, giggling.
"You're what?"
"Tired?"
"You don't seem very sure about that."
"Hey...do you think you could sneak my bird in here?"
"What?"
"Just for a day. He'll be quiet in your coat. I brought him to school all the time."
"I'm not bringing your bird here."
"Are you at least picking out those white seeds when you feed him? You know he hates those."
"I'm not doing that. It's just a bird."
"I'm offended!"
"Good. You spoil that thing too much."
"He's my baby."
"Your baby is the reason vatti can never find last week's paper because you shredded it for bedding."
"Make sure you change it every three days, okay?"
"Nein!"
"I don't want my bird to be covered in kaka!"
"He's an animal."
"You wouldn't say that about your dogs!"
"DON'T YOU DARE BRING MY DOGS INTO THIS!"
"I do what I want."
"And that's why you're in the hospital."
"I didn't raise you to be like this."
"If I turned out how you wanted, there would be two of you and nobody wants that."
"I'm gonna beat you up when I get out of here."
"Bring it on!"
"Don't beat up your little brother!" Matthew gasped.
"If I can't beat him up then why do I have him?"
"Who are you talking to?"
"Jesus Christ amen." Gilbert held his hands together in praying form.
Matthew face palmed.
"He can't see me, Gilbert. If you're not careful then they might think you have brain damage."
"But I do have brain damage."
"What?" Ludwig lifted an eyebrow.
"Nothing!" This would take some getting used to. Matthew was an asshole, even if he didn't know it.
"I'm going home. Do you want me to pick anything not alive up for you?"
"Can you bring my gameboy so I have something to do?"
"Where is it?"
"It's on my dresser. The games are there too."
"You have a gameboy? That's to retro." Matthew smirked.
Gilbert took a deep breath to compose himself.
"I'll bring it tomorrow morning. See you tomorrow."
"Ja. Danke!"
"Auf Wiedersehen, bruder."
"Auf Wiedersehen."
"Seriously tho??? A gameboy??" Matthew asked as Ludwig exited.
"Yes, a gameboy. Gameboys are fucking awesome."
"You're not wrong. I just didn't think people still played."
"N O S T A L G I A."
"Fair enough. How old are you, anyway?"
"Twenty three."
"Oh, cool. I was nineteen when I died."
"How old would you be now, then,"
"What year is it?"
"Twenty Seventeen."
"Twenty two."
"What have you been doing for the past three years? In a hospital?"
"Watching, mostly."
"Watching people sleep?"
"I wasn't watching you sleep!" Matthew insisted.
"Suuure."
"Ugh."