“This is stupid,” I sank back onto the bed again as I muttered.
“It’s not stupid,” he said more gently, the teasing fading just a little. “You’re just nervous.”
“I’m not nervous.”
“…I’m mildly aware.” He gave me a look.
“That’s called nervous.”
“Shut up.”
PHe laughed under his breath and stood, walking over to me. Then, softer, he added, “You don’t have to do too much, you know.”
That made me pause.
“I mean it,” he continued. “You’re already doing more than you used to.”
“I can manage,” My throat tightened slightly.
“I know you can.” He tapped my forehead lightly. “That’s not the point.”
I stared at him for a moment, then looked away before the feeling in my chest got too complicated.
“I already told Dylan I’ll meet him,” I said quietly.
At that, my brother’s expression shif
