“Chris is someone who you can say, my rescuer. They all are, especially Arianna, but as an older brother, he paid attention to me the most,” I start my story with the first taste of my chocolate chip cookie ice cream. Brandon is sitting across from me, having plain vanilla.
“As an older brother,” he repeats.
“At first. Yes.” I eat another spoonful, then speak again with a slight coolness in my mouth. “He really was my brother, though. Don’t put any meaning to it just yet.” I glare at him slightly, and he smirks.
“Fine. Continue.” He tastes his ice cream as well.