From one brother to another

"I don't think you're as mature as you think you are."

There.

Xander said it to his younger brother's face. He knew there was so much he wanted to do at the Uni, but he was rather expensive. Granted, he did have his mother's credit card to help him, but Xander was beginning to think it was hindering him.

"You could have gotten a summer job," Xander was blunt. There had been plenty of opportunities. He could have worked at the theater camp at the university, but he said high school kids scared him.

"It wasn't all that long ago, you were in high school," Xander said.

"Precisely." Simon looked at him blankly.

Xander almost gasped. It was as if he couldn't get through to Simon.

"Some day, its you, who'll have to take care of yourself." He told him he didn't think he was bad, but he seriously had to figure out what he was going to do. He was in a major that was going nowhere. He wasn't in the theater helping master stages and backdrops. He wasn't even trying out for any productions.

"I do want you to find your passion, but I dunno. If its the theater." Xander shrugged. What more could he do? Simon was his mother's son and she would always be there with her money. Although, she was far away, raising her new baby which Xander knew still upset Simon.

Yes, Simon had family issues even if he'd never divulged them.

"You have a girlfriend. You have your own place. These are things you need to take care of." Xander didn't even want to go to Simon's messy apartment anymore. "Maybe, maybe you need to see a therapist."

"A therapist?" Simon looked at him hurt. They'd met up at the campus coffee shop for a chat. Neither were drinking their milk tea.

Xander almost felt it was a lost cause to raise him, but he was family.