Andrew

Andrew valued silence and hated tactility and unnecessary questions. Andrew and Neil lived peacefully, in perfect harmony, but they developed a restless tempest.
You were a five-year-old who definitely never sat quietly. You had red curls and blue eyes, too big, that always radiated interest.
Andrew was reading a book in the living room while Neil was busy in the kitchen. Andrew was enjoying the silence when he heard someone, too small, too noisy, break into this peace.