The theater lights are a bit bright. The elder brother crossed his arms on his chest and closed his eyes to rest.
I approached quietly and reached out to shield him from the light.
Suddenly he opened his eyes
"What are you doing..."
"There is light"
I looked seriously into his eyes and smiled. He was a little stiff, and there was no flaw in his expression.
Then I suddenly discovered that my brother's ears must have been red. Anyway, they were a different color than before...
"I said why it suddenly turned dark..." He quickly came to his senses and held the inside of my wrist with his hand, "It's okay..."
My arm was slowly pressed down by him, and he seemed to have forgotten to let go of me.
"The hair on your arms..."
"Natural"
"... I thought I ate it in Russia..."
"No," my brother answered quickly and kept interrupting me. Feeling a little panicked.
I put down my hands, faced forward, and pouted slightly.
"Can you sleep with the light on?"
"Okay"
Concept: Love is ability, and so is being loved.