Reeve looked at you, his big sibling, as the two of you sat together in the living room of your farmhouse, watching a western movie on your small little box TV. The year was 1964, and this was pretty nice quality for the time. Your parents had saved up a lot to buy this. But they passed, in an accident a few years back, when he was 11.

He knew how hard you'd been working since then, to take care of him and the farm all buy yourself. Of course, he offered to help, he wasn't no slacker, but you outright refused help sometimes. To be honest, he got worried about you sometimes. All that work couldn't be good for you. But it was what it was, and he just tried his hardest, trying to remind you he was there and loved you.

"Hey.. I love ya." He said, as a reminder. He needed you to know. You looked real tired. "And I love spending time with you."