"If you're so excited, why are we still playing cards?"
"Henry's afraid," Tom said. Henry cuffed Tom on the shoulder. Jordy could always trust one brother to rat the other one out. Though, looking them in the eyes, Jordy could tell that both of them were scared.
"Why are you two more afraid to go out there than I am? You'll fit right in. Everyone's going to stare at me."
Henry opened his mouth to answer, but Tom cut him off before he could make a sound. "Being stared at is our niche. Fitting in scares us." Henry nodded agreement and turned back to his cards.
Jordy let that answer sit and finished the hand. Afterwards, Tom and Henry shuffled the cards and began dealing them again, their two hands working together with the ease that years of practice brought.
Responding to an impatient look from Jordy, Tom said "Hey, I'm ready whenever. If you can convince Henry, that is." The brothers shot each other a meaningful glance. Jordy could tell it was meaningful, but he couldn't divine the meaning. It was twin code. "That's why I wanted to bring you, you know. To give Henry a kick in the pants when he chickened out. Just don't kick too hard." Tom grinned; he didn't have to add "They're my pants, too."
Henry scowled. "That's not why we brought you." He bent his well-groomed head over the freshly dealt cards, carefully examining his fanned out hand.
It was the small things that reminded Jordy of Tom and Henry's strangeness -- like the way Henry could deftly arrange his cards holding them with only one hand. Other people stared for the larger, more obvious, cruder reason: "Hey, look, there's a man with two heads!" Jordy could never think of them that way; more like two men sharing one body.