Jay's eyes, typically sharp and focused, softened a touch as he observed his brother's determined approach.
"Jay, we need to talk," Ray said, his voice steady but tinged with urgency. His eyes locked onto Jay's, conveying the depth of his frustration and the weight of the conversation that lay ahead.
Jay's brow furrowed slightly as he set down the tools he had been working with, wiping his hands on a rag. The seriousness in Ray's tone was evident, and it immediately cut through Jay's usual calm demeanor. He gestured for Ray to follow him to a quieter corner of the lab where they could speak privately.
As they moved, Jay's normally efficient stride was now marked by a subdued tension. He cleared a small space on a nearby workbench, gesturing for Ray to sit down. The lab, usually filled with the hum of machinery and the clatter of equipment, seemed eerily quiet in contrast to the charged atmosphere between the brothers.
