Brother In Arms Book の小説・ストーリー

“Mr. Kirk, my brother’s stomach isn’t great. I’ll drink this one for him.” Then I drained the glass in one go. Leon glanced sideways at me, his eyes unreadable. Round after round, I shielded him from every toast. The alcohol burned in my gut, blurring my vision until my body felt weak. Half-conscious, I felt someone’s arm wrap around my waist, a cold and familiar presence surrounding me. “If you can’t drink, don’t.” His low voice carried a trace of irritation. Leaning against his shoulder, I mumbled with a hazy smile, “I… I can handle it!”