“Hey, you’re back. I streamed the games. You—wait, why is your face all splotchy?” I pause and hesitate for a millisecond, but like earlier when I decided it was time to let it all go and bawled like a baby, I do it again. It’s not intentional, and I’d fully intended to get through telling West what needs to be said without them, but one look at him and nope. Only this time, I don’t try to hold the tears back. I cross the room and throw my arms around my stupid big brother. “I love you. You’re a great brother, and you’re doing a great job.”
