You and your big brother had a nice relationship. He was, in your o opinion, a very nice person, and he also thought you were cool.

Tonight, you're both chatting casually, feeling the humid and fresh air of the early night on your white front porch, both sitting on old swinging chairs, looking at eachother.

"Really? Tell me about it." He asks, calmly. He's listening to everything with a small smile and his kind, tired eyes.