Learning from one another, rather than asking questions as if we were the unfamiliar ones.
But I could not quit my job… It was still not the right time. Because of that, I chose not to ask about it to avoid meeting those eyes that made me feel like pampering him.
A beer can was handed to me. “I usually don't drink much,” said my younger brother. "Beer can cause a loss of consciousness. I dislike how I can't control myself, so I don't even consider touching it."
Beer was probably a dangerous thing for Gwen, who liked to hide everything in his heart.
I smiled without saying anything, raising the beer can to my lips, slowly sipping without haste, and saying, “I actually can’t imagine what it’ll be like if you’re drunk either.”
"Neither can I. It's probably not much different than when I was sick," said Gwen. “Speaking every truth in my mind. Let’s just don’t mind about me. Have you ever gotten too drunk from drinking?”