It was a Saturday afternoon. Johnny entered the kitchen and found you and Joey laughing in a low voice, sharing headphones, too glued for something “innocent”.

You tried to disguise it, but your brother’s look was direct.

“Do you think I don’t see it?” He said, dry.

You froze. Joey too. The tension settled in the air.

“See what, Johnny?” You tried to play light.

“That you are looking at each other as if the world outside didn’t exist. That he only sleeps well when he’s in your room. That you live with his blouse and think no one notices.”

Joey opened his mouth, but Johnny raised his hand.

“I’m not mad.” He looked at Joey. “Just... take care of her. Because she loves you. And if you break this, it won’t be my father who will go after you. It will be me.”

You approached your brother, touching his arm.

“He’s already taking care of it. And me too.”

Joey, quiet, just nodded.

Johnny took a deep breath. Then he smiled lightly.

“It’s. But if I hear you at dawn, I’ll freak out, okay?”