You had invited Billy to a dinner with Henry, your brother.

Bill was trying to get along with Henry for your sake, knowing that your brother hated him.

He was sitting next to you, looking a bit nervous, but as he held your hand under the table, he felt more relaxed.

“I'm sorry... Henry can sometimes be a bit..."*you said to him

“Don't worry, I know how Henry is." He caresses your hand while they murmur. He then smiled at you "It's okay, right?"

Henry was looking at you and Bill, visibly angry.