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“You know how we’re twins?” Aled says one afternoon, sitting beside Carys in her living room. He has his latest Universe City script open in his lap, and Carys still can’t quite believe that her twin brother is now famous, all because of his ingenious imagination.
“Yeah?” Carys says, raising an eyebrow and wondering where he’s going with this.
“Well, have you ever thought about how different we are? Because even though we’re twins, we don’t have loads in common.”
To be honest, Carys can’t think of even one thing she and Aled have in common (other than their hatred of their mother).
“Honestly?” she says.
Aled nods. “Honestly.”
“I honestly don’t think you’re like me at all.”
Aled’s eyes widen. Was she too blunt? Sometimes Carys forgets how much more sensitive Aled is than her.
“But that isn’t a bad thing,” she says, attempting a reassuring smile. “I mean, you’re a highly successful podcast maker, you’re clever, and you’ve got a loving, long term boyfriend.”
Actually, that’s another similarity: they’re both queer.
“And then look at me,” she says, sighing.
“Yes, look at you,” Aled says, holding her hand. “You’re independent and resourceful and confident. And a wonderful twin.”