" Max.”
It was a sharp whisper to reinstate the silence and Max did not know what kind of
acerbic retort waited on the other side of his stilted pause. Kevin had never snapped at
him before, but there was a part of him that thought it would happen today.
His brother turned to face him, his deep blue eyes lined with tears and burning with
anguish. “You’re my brother,” he said, his voice low and unsteady. “You already
know how I feel…and I know how you feel…so there’s no need to talk about this.
And if you mention his name again, I’m gonna ask you leave.”
Max nodded. That wasn’t the verbal lashing he was expecting but it made him
understand his role in the situation. Kevin hadn’t played video games all day for the
entertainment. He had done it for the distraction. And he hadn’t allowed Max to sit in
his room for so long because he intended to open up. He had kept Max there because
he wanted the silent comfort, the pillar of strength only a brother could provide. - Kevin to Max "

― Jacqueline Francis - Wanting to Remember, Trying to Forget