You feel like there's nothing to talk about (but there is)

The best way Raleigh can describe having a brother is an inside joke. Mischievous smiles no one else understands, conversations whispered back and forth in boring talks, gazes shooting to each other whenever they enter a room. It’s all one big *You wouldn’t get it*, knocking shoulders together, walking in unison, leaning into each other's space. It’s a fantastic feeling, and he basks in it. He gets used to being on the inside, being in on the joke no matter what. Being on a level no one else can possibly understand.And then Yancy dies.