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He’s not drinking. Not one sip. Hasn’t touched a glass of anything.

Nero, the man I’ve rarely seen without a drink in his hand, is sober at an event designed for drinking? It’s a small fact that feels bigger, like an explanation to a question I’ve yet to ask.

Me

Who?

Emotionless Bro

Don’t play dumb. It’s unappealing. You know who.

Me

You must be wasted. That was two compliments in one.

Emotionless Bro

Don’t search for compliments either. It’s petty.

Me

Another one!!! Who ARE you right now?!

Emotionless Bro

Fine, I’m done talking to you.

Me

Sorry, sorry, come back. What do you mean he hasn’t drunk anything?

Emotionless Bro

I take back the compliments. Reread my message if you can’t figure it out.

Nero isn’t drinking.

Me

Good for him? You’re telling me why???

Emotionless Bro

You make my head hurt. Never mind. I regret saying anything.

How is she?

Me

You worry about her more than her own brother.

Emotionless Bro

Tell me.

Me

Her head will thump more than yours tomorrow.