"I like your brother," that was all she could manage. Talking, as it were, was becoming hard. It meant trying to swallow down that lump of emotions forming in her throat. It meant trying not to cry and trying to act like she didn't care that much.
She gave up on the game so she ended up sitting up and then standing so she could go turn it off. Once the television and x-box were shut down she turned to face him.