How do you know all of this? I didn’t even know this, and he’s my own brother.”I watch the water boil. “You learn a lot about a person when you…” I try not to think of the memories. They creep in anyway. Random conversations at two o’clock in the morning or nine a.m. that meant nothing and yet meant everything to me. “When you spend nearly every night together.” I shake my head. “God. Three years feels like thirty.”“But you still… talk?”“Oh yes! Yes of course.” I pour the hot water. “I mean, we have to. I still live here and I still see him every day. It’s just… much less intimate. Usually it’s about bliss or… sometimes he’ll ask if I need anything. I try not to check on him, you know? Because I don’t want him to think that I miss him too much.”I bring the cups to the table and set them down.John grabs my wrist gently. I look into his eyes.“It’s very clear that you do.”