Curry For Dinner

Gin was glaring at him.Ryuunosuke could easily tell when his sister was upset with him, even if her emotions tended to mirror that of an empty clay slate. But he could tell. The two were sitting at the lonely dining table squished into their apartment, a dinner Gin cooked sitting in front of them both. Their cat was off somewhere in the house, probably sleeping on his pillows again. The food was going cold, but neither of them moved to touch it as a tense silence blanketed them both. It felt cold too, more emotionally than the physical cold Ryuunosuke got whenever his coughs got bad.---------Where Akutagawa's past comes up like bile in his throat, preventing him from eating dinner and Gin can't help him from remembering.(Let me know if I need to add any tags...considering this is my first fic/posted fic I'm going to miss something....)