"I don't need a savior. I'm not looking for a therapist any more than I desire to be yours. And your attempts to imitate Uncle won't earn you good will with me. Especially when we're discussing my love life, or lack thereof."
"I know. I've come to realize that's not what you want or need. So I just want to be your brother. Let me be here for you, in my own way."
"Let me be your...Zuzu." He almost choked on the nickname she'd cursed him to wear eternally. Lately though, it had almost become an appellation. Less a designation born of condescension, and more like its original intention.
She never would've never expected him to use the name he loathed so much in self reference. It was clunky, awkward, and completely wrong coming out of his mouth. Unbeknownst to him, it took all of her willpower to suppress a snorting laugh from escaping.
Perhaps just this once she would let her guard down and be a bit undignified around him. If only to make him feel more at ease, so he didn't mistake the sincerity of her words.
"You will always be my big dum-dum of a brother. You will always be my Zuzu."
The motion is soft, slight, and over almost as quickly as it was initiated. Yet the subtle brush of her hand against his own awakened an odd sensation internally. Melancholy and warmth pass through him, over as quickly as they manifested.
"Since you're so enlightened about love, perhaps you could give me lessons, a demonstration maybe..."
The suggestion earned her a priceless look of horror and bewildered speechlessness.
"No, you're right, I think you're out of your element on this one," she laughed.