【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第三章(38)

For a moment, the only response to his words was silence. Tommy was afraid to look up, to see if Wilbur had left, angry and betrayed.
But instead, Tommy felt warm arms encircle him and pull him towards something safe and solid.
“Tommy,” Wilbur whispered into Tommy’s hair, “you were six.”
And that was it. That was what broke Tommy, in the end. He crashed into his brother, wrapping his arms around Wilbur’s torso and burying his face in his chest. The tears finally came, a culmination of nine years of guilt and paranoia, of stumbling through life unsure of where he stood with his brother, of fearing that one day, Wilbur might find out what he failed to do and hate him forever.