In the older brother’s eyes, the younger brother is as adorable as an angel with tiny wings, and the muscles melt away the fantasy that it has to be covered with mosaic. Part II

“You just want to leave it... leave it on me.” I look him in the eyes. “You feel relieved that whatever was on your mind has been expelled. You have no idea what will happen next. You might stop liking me, or you might like me more, but you'll feel good because you've already said it, and once you've said it, you'll feel like you've already 'tried.'

But the truth is, neither you nor Nigel have ever tried, ever.

You guys just say you love me, but what was your love you told me?” I look at him, ask him, and smile at him. “Did you stay by my side when I was sad? Have you ever stood by my side when I needed someone? Have you ever helped me when I needed help? If these are too concrete, then I would like to change the question.

My brother, do you know what your brother likes? Do you have any idea what I’m afraid of? Do you know what I despise?

You never knew. You never asked. You never tried anything, so why…” I shut my eyes.

“Why do you dare to say that?”

I do not understand.