You sigh. You can't just leave your brother hungry like this. Not when this could be the last time you...

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No. You can't think that way. 

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You make him dinner. About halfway through, you realize how horribly late it's making you, but you keep going.

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Once you're done, you rush through a hug goodbye, promising that things will be better when you get back, and then head back upstairs.