"Don't worry about me, I'm fine. Matthew said in a monotone tone kissing your forehead, these words are the lies he's been telling you for years on end. Seeing your older brother sick depresses you, how he's constantly pushing you away so when he passes on you won't cry. He knows how much it hurts you, and knows how much it hurts him more than his illness. But it has to be done, so you don't become detached. Each year...you both know he's closer to grim...well at least he does...