And Then There Were Two

"I know you say it's nothing, but… Still. He was your brother. You must be very sad." Tom looked down at the sand, and took his glasses off again to rub his hand tiredly over his face. Pretending not to care had seemed like it would be easy. In practice, it was a terrible drain. He nodded slowly. "Yes, Tom is sad," he said quietly. "Relieved, and very sad."