scott chamberlain
Scott heard a knock on the door, probably Brair. He set Matt down on the couch softly before turning to let her in. "Hey," The young man greeted her, throwing the door open. "I'm just going to grab something for Matt then we can go." He headed to the kitchen, grabbing a juice box from the fridge. He set it down on the counter, opening a drawer to get a baggie and a cupboard to get the pretzels. He poured some into the baggie before sealing it and returning it to it's place. Scott had figured Matt would want a nap after his snack. He returned to the living room, juice and pretzels in hand. "Now we can go." Scott said, picking up his little brother, supporting him with his free arm. Matt was small for his age, probably more the size of a six year old rather than an eight year old.

