He took a step, and his legs faltered. I needed to support his weight and started to get him to the empty bedroom upstairs to rest. The questions could wait until he sat down. I helped him on the side of the bed, looking him over more. The first few buttons of his shirt were undone, showing he wore a few necklaces, which I thought was odd. He never would have worn jewelry before. He also pierced his ears. Two black simple studs were on each side. I shook my head, even more confused by all of this. How did he change so much? It wasn’t just his appearance. He was far calmer than before. I loved my brother, but he got annoyed really easily.
“I'm sorry.” He said again with his hands held tightly in front of him, clearly guilty over leaving for so many years.
