IT WAS ALREADY DUSK. Ciaran was at the Vireaux Tower rooftop, looking at the buildings, the cars passing, and the people below.
“Kuya.”
Hindi agad tinignan ni Ciaran ang kaniyang kapatid. He leaned against the railing of the rooftop, suit jacket off, tie loose, and his eyes on the skyline like the city held all the answers he never got to ask.
Lumapit si Lucien sa kapatid. Ibinigay niya ang isang can in beer sa Kuya Ciaran niya.
Ciaran took the can of beer Lucien was offering, still wordless, and his eyes looked at the fading sun.
Lucien opened his can and sat beside him. “Anong nangyayari sa ‘yo, Kuya? Parang lately napapansin ko, ang saya mo.”
Ciaran finally looked at his brother with one brow lifted. “Masama ba ‘yon?”
Umiling naman si Lucien. “Hindi naman, kuya,” he said, smirk
