Augustin wiped the tears threatening to spill over onto his cheeks. "Yes Aimé, you are my brother and I love you. I wouldn't have you stoop below yourself to help the family like this. Don't you know that?"
He moved and wrapped his arms around Aimé's body, holding him close. "I know you like to be taken care of. Have I not done that Aimé? Have I not cared for you," Augustin said, stroking Aimé's hair. "Do I not make you happy anymore?" he asked, his voice low in Aimé's ear.