Zayne wouldn't look at him.
"Have we ever started off well?" he asked.
Dario furrowed his brows at him. "What do you mean?"
"We used to be close."
"I know."
"Why did you never ask what went wrong?"
Dario blinked at him. "I don't know. People grow apart…don't they? And I have always been the least favorite, even to our mother. I guess I was just used to it and that made me throw off the idea of asking."
Zayne stared at him.
"I'm sorry," he said. "For everything."
"What are you sorry for?" Dario raised a brow, genuinely curious. While he understood that there was some stiffness between the two of them, he actually never knew the reason. So he gazed questioningly.
Zayne proceeded to answer, "I don't dislike you, Dario. You're my brother."
"Then what was it?"
"I was mad at you."
Dario frowned. "For what? What did I do wrong?"
