"I just wanted one of the leftover sandwiches." He whispered. "And I can't even handle leftovers." Tears slid down his cheeks. "I'm just... I can't do anything anymore. I thought I could... since you were sleeping and I didn't want to wake you... but I can't. I'm useless and you deserve so much better." He hadn't once looked at his brother.

Issac watched. His heart ached for Ivan. He wished he knew how to help.