“Why the sad face?” Jon asks you, leaning in your bed as you are sitting at your desk, typing in your laptop. You didn’t get used yet then Jon wasn’t your little brother anymore, he went a couple of weeks to the space, and boom! He returned some years older. “You know that nothing has changed, right? I’m still your brother." Jon says looking at the ceiling, you don’t need to turn around and look at him to know that he has his sad puppy face.