and rubes became totally isolated, cut off from us all. he was afraid of what was happening and his mental health really suffered. and then in november of that same year, i get a text message that simply said, brother, do you love me? and i was in spain. and he knows i love him. you know i love you, don t you? so it wasn t a question. it was really an s.o.s. i took it to mean i don t know how much longer i can hold on for. i need you to come and get me out of here. so we called it the bronap, didn t we? the brothers then spent the following months in a cottage in dorset together, trying to rebuild reuben s mental and physical health. well, rubes was a broken man. he was my brother. he s my wingman. he s my buddy. and he was locked away from me. i felt as if i d lost him. he wasn t talking. he wouldn t look at me. didn t really want to be with me. he just wanted to be by himself.