"I saved you,"
Gonzales spoke, his words low. "From the abuse, pain, and suffering that Mother and Father put us through. I took it for you so you could be happy," He looked up, meeting his brother's golden eyes that reflected his own silver. "But you never really were. I could tell the way you would look at me sadly when the abuse would end for the night, or when I would ask for comfort you would look unhappy. You were unhappy because I was taking the pain."
"But damnit, when I left, I was angry. I wanted out, thinking leaving you behind was the answer." Stephano looked away, feeling timid, almost shy. "And it wasn't," Gonzales continued, "I was unhappy for a long time. Y'know what followed that? Drinking. I thought it would help me forget. It only made it hard to walk."
"It made me do stupid things. I hit you for god's sake!" His brother winced, afraid the raise of his voice indicated he was angry. "Steph, that unhappiness, that empty feeling, do you know what that was?"
He shook his head, staring down.
"It was that little part of me, that damned part of me that compelled me to leave, drink, all of those stupid mistakes." Gonzales suddenly grabbed Stephano, pulling him close.
"It was me, missing you."