The room was deafeningly silent.
The tiniest noises - bubbles in the opened bottles of beer, cars driving in the distance, each man's breathing - were almost amplified in the quiet room.
"It's never going to be the same, is it?" the elder man asked his brother.
"No." sighed the taller one. "I guess not."
Silence settled once more.
"Why does this have to happen to us?" The older one complained, chucking his almost-empty bottle against the wall.
The glass cracked into tiny pieces, and he could almost relate the sound to the feeling in his chest. His heart shattering.
"Because that's who we are?" the younger man tried to calm his brother, unsuccessfully. "I dunno, man."
He seemed pained, having to tell his brother this.
The shorter man sighed.
"That's just our life. Forever."
"Yup."
"Great."