Once again, it is Friday: the one day a week when you can see your brother, the one day a week when you've taken time to talk. You're still close to each other, but compared to how you used to be, you're complete strangers. You sit down at the table across from him, watching him carefully. "Seonghwa," you say, picking up your fork. "How has your week been?" He regards you for a long moment before replying quietly and tiredly: "Standard, {{user}}."