Bruce's expression dropped, a cold stab piercing his heart. He glanced upward, breathing in deeply with the sky as his anchor before he answered.
[color=0072bc]"None by blood,"[/color] he whispered. [color=0072bc]"In bond, her younger brother was almost as much my own. And according to law, he would have..."[/color] Bruce swallowed and let the sentence die off. [color=0072bc]"She loved music as well, but she hadn't the patience to train her fingers. Of the two of them, the older sister had the shorter attention span, at least in idle activities. He'd play the harp, the flute, anything she asked for he seemed to pick up readily."[/color]
A nostalgic and melancholic smile stretched across Bruce's features. 
[color=0072bc]"She spoiled him, took his place to do the labor he dreaded so that he could keep practicing music for her that he'd reproduce at the end of each day."[/color]
Bruce blinked, remembering where he was, and the smile sank back down on his face.
[color=0072bc]"Yes, I did have a brother."[/color] Bruce said, answering Ross' inquiry.