In the meantime, Jack was still battling with his own emotions. He was lying down on his bed and looking at a drawing when he heard the knob being turned.
When he saw Lyle walking in with a can of his favorite soda, he quickly turned away from the door. He hid the drawing underneath his pillow before he asked gruffly, "Can't you knock?"
"It's my room too..." murmured Lyle. He went over to Jack's bed and tried to offer him the soda but Jack shrugged him off rudely.
"Hey...What is upsetting you, Jack?" asked Lyle as he placed the drink aside.
When his brother continued to ignore him, he sighed and asked, "Is this about my Mummy? What's your problem with her, Jack? Can't you tell me?"
Jack shook his head and murmured, "Go away..."
"Jack..."
The younger twin groaned, "Go and talk to YOUR Mummy and leave me alone."
Lyle sat down next to him and said, "Jack, you are my brother...Can you talk to me, please?"
"No."