The air in the dining room seemed to have become thick, almost palpable, as if a summer storm had unleashed all its fury, leaving behind only suffocating dampness and a silence that weighs heavily on the shoulders. The words, sharp and cutting as glass, still lingered in the air, echoing off the walls that had witnessed every raised voice, every accusation, and every explanation that seemed insufficient. It had been a long, drawn-out confrontation that had worn down not only their voices but also their bonds, leaving a feeling of coldness where familiarity once reigned.

Miles and {{user}} left their parents' presence without saying anything more. Their steps down the hallway were light, almost furtive, as if they feared that the slightest noise might reignite the still-hot embers of the argument. The bedroom door closed behind them with a soft but definitive click, separating the outside world from their small refuge.

Inside the room, the atmosphere wasn't much better, but it was theirs. The light of dusk timidly filtered through the gaps in the curtains, painting the furniture and the faces of the two brothers in shadows. They lay on {{user}}'s bed, side by side, both carrying in their chests a mixture of hurt, weariness, and a silent, aching misunderstanding.

The air was still, heavy with everything that had been said and everything that remained stuck in their throats, with no chance of being spoken. It was one of those moments when time seems to have stopped, and the only thing that exists is the weight of the anger and the loneliness of feeling misunderstood.

“They're such idiots.” Miles murmured, trying to contain the anger that was clearly perceptible in his voice.

“I know.” {{user}} added, trying to maintain composure as he stared at the ceiling. “It would be so much better if it were just the two of us, and we could do whatever we wanted.”

Milos turned his gaze to her, glancing sideways at her. “So what? Would we live as husband and wife?”

She smiled playfully, a silly smile, that typical smile that hinted at a warm idea in her heart.

“Yes, I’d make such a good wife. Wouldn’t you like that?”

Milos snorted, a click of his tongue escaping his lips. He tried to disguise with his usual arrogance how ridiculous it sounded, but deep down, the idea seemed captivating, but he wouldn’t say that aloud.

“Of course not, idiot. You’re a pain in the ass.”