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The rest of that talk were the little details in between.

We were bonding, to say the least. Apart from that, we knew more about each other's lives. It was relieving much to know that we were mutually closer.

I wanted to be like him.

"So tell me. What do you see in my brother that makes you like him so much?"

Awkwardly, he scratches his head.

"You don't have to answer. Pretend I didn't ask."

"No, no. It's fine." He smiles softly, looking everywhere but my eyes. With his head down, he speaks.

"I like his light blue eyes, you would've noticed I-… that I can't stop looking at them. I like his dark brown hair that's always covering his eyes. His… lips.. are plump? And he doesn't have a baby face, which is beautiful to me."

I noticed the way he slightly smiled as he tries not to mess up his words. He continues.