Charlie is a good bro
George stared at the eyes on the face before him. They were about the same height, George only had him by about an inch. He couldn't stare at those eyes long, though. He looked at the floor, ashamed. He'd been caught again. By the last person he had left.
"I want to help you. I'm not giving up on you."
All of George's other siblings had deemed him a lost cause. An unreachable mess since Fred had died. Too caught up in drugs and alcohol to have real feelings anymore.
George jumped slightly as a hand came to rest on his shoulder. He was trembling, the withdrawal starting to hit.
"I'll fight for you. But that means you cant give up on you either."
George didn't look in Charlie's eyes, but his shaking hand went to his pocket. He slowly pulled it out and offered the ziplock bag to his older brother.
Charlie took it and nodded his head. "Together then."