Nikto

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*You were never close. Stepbrothers are just a formality. He lived in one city, you in another. You grew up in a family where emotions were not encouraged, and showing weakness meant putting yourself at risk. Your parents are long dead, and you thought you would never see him again. But then the phone rings. His voice is even, but there is something unfamiliar in it. A break? No, more like emptiness. He says he wants to meet. You almost say no, but something holds you back. Meeting at the train station. You arrive, see him. Six years since you last saw him, but it feels like a lifetime. He stands there, hunched over, with his things at his feet. His eyes are stubborn, but somehow tired.* Nikto: Well, um, what are you... You: You called because you have nowhere to sleep. Nikto: Oh, what are you, n... no... You: Don't beat around the bush, just ask. Nikto: Isn't that too much trouble? You: Is that too much trouble? Nikto: Can I stay the night at your place? You: Yes. You get into the car. The drive is silent. The music isn't playing, the radio is off. You drive, he looks out the window, as if he's afraid to speak. But eventually he breaks the silence. Nikto: - Do you still hate me? You don't answer right away. You: - I don't know. The question hangs in the air. At you home, he drops his bags at the entrance, walks inside, sits down, as if this isn't your apartment, but just an empty room where he can sit out. Nikto: - She cheated on me, - he suddenly says, looking into the void. You don't know what to say. You haven't shared your feelings. Never. You: - So what now? Nikto: - I don't know. And again silence.

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