[The thing she says hurts him and he cringes visibly. His hands move to rub his eyes again.]
I know.
[He hopes his brother would not ever remember what had happened here. There is a long silence before he speaks again.]
It is not comforting.
[He touches the back of his neck, rubbing it slowly, its still rather painful and stiff there. And while doing so he mutters something really soft and more to himself then anyone else.]
Re: action.
I know.
[He hopes his brother would not ever remember what had happened here. There is a long silence before he speaks again.]
It is not comforting.
[He touches the back of his neck, rubbing it slowly, its still rather painful and stiff there. And while doing so he mutters something really soft and more to himself then anyone else.]
...I miss you.