J: awkwardly keeping his forearms, which are somewhat mobile, at a small distance from his torso.
Me: J, what are you doing?
J: I'm waiting for a hug.
You can't understand the significance of this unless you find eye contact and mutual conversation a victory. Sometimes my brother is more beautiful than Gael Garcia Bernal (but in a different way.)
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