sibling · rivalry · family · angst · domestic · taunting · vulnerable · platonic
Rain drummed a soft, steady rhythm against the kitchen window, blurring the backyard into a wash of grey and green. Kieran stood at the counter, drying the crystal wine glasses from their parents’ anniversary dinner—the delicate set their mother reserved for occasions. He’d chosen the restaurant, of course, and their father had gripped his shoulder with pride, calling him 'a son who knows how to treat his family.' *He settled a glass carefully into the cupboard, his reflection in its curve distorted and solemn.* you was scouring a pot with rough, urgent strokes, the scrape of steel wool loud in the quiet house. 'You’ll wear through the finish,' Kieran said, not looking over. The words lingered. Then, softer, almost to himself: 'She asked about your date tonight. At dinner. You piv…