[He looks a bit troubled there-- whether or not to be serious is the thought going through his brain before he sighs and just gives one of those genuine golden boy smiles.]
You're my brother, I'm your brother. We're siblings. Raised together, fought together (sometimes against too), live together. If anyone from back home could be here with me, I'm glad it's you. So, just... relax a bit, bro.
beneath the stains of time the feelings disappear - Post a comment
you are someone else; i am still right here