“If you’re going to sit here and keep quiet, you’d better go and do something,” he couldn’t resist.
“I’m not going to,” Igor answered firmly.
He didn't specify which of the suggestions Igor wasn't going to do. Andrey refrained from further questioning and continued to stare at his brother, waiting for him to do something next. Igor, meanwhile, swayed on the rickety chair, risking breaking it and falling sprawled on the floor, something Andrey secretly desired. Ruffling his hair, he stopped rocking and looked at Andrey.
“We need to talk,” he said.
Andrey raised his eyebrows indifferently for a moment. However, he hadn't expected anything else.
“Go ahead,” he said in response.
"Don't you think things have gotten worse between us lately?" Igor began.
Andrey nodded his head uncertainly.
