Tell me what to feel.

Brett stayed in the Lesser Library all night, thinking.
Nathan's right. I have changed. But I didn't change for the worse, did I?
He stayed awake all night. Alone.

Sunlight filtered through the windows of the Library. And that was where Sir Richie of Benaud found Brett.

"Brett, can I talk to you?" Brett shrugged. The older man, about 40, continued; "Brett, I heard what Nathan said yesterday. I hate to say it, but he's right. You changed. And you hurt Nathan by doing that. Nathan needed you to be a real friend, not someone that you bragged to. Why do you think he always challenged you to those long-staff duels? So he could prove he was better than you at something. A little competitiveness in a friendship is good, but too much and look what happens. Now, I'm not saying you need to change, but maybe you need to slow down. Nominate Nathan for things. Encourage him. Work at building your friendship back to when it used to be fun." Sir Richie looked at Brett who nodded.

"I'll try."
"Good lad. Now, I suggest you go and get changed for the funeral." Another nod and they left the library.

**Sorry that was so short but I have had the HUGE drama project, and I haven't had much time to write**