Um ... hey, Albert?
Look, I'm really sorry about the other day. You were right as usual, I was tired and not thinking (yeah, yeah, I know), and I said things that I honestly didn't mean. You were awfully rude, too, but ... um, at least you have an excuse.
I'm just ... I hate fighting. I hate fighting with you more than anything, especially like right now when there are so many more important things going on. And I hate how you seem to be okay with things as they are. I miss being your brother -- anymore, I only feel like the enemy at the gates. We may not agree a lot sometimes, but why should that matter so much?
I want to know how to make things right between us.
If you don't want to talk to me, fine; I guess I kind of deserve it. I hope I'm not bothering you, and I hope you feel better as soon as possible. If you need anything, let me know.
-Caesar
PS, yeah, I know it's emotional. Feel free to snort with derision at your leisure, but I mean it, Albert. This sucks.