Each, in his own way, has a part to play as a young man, attending their very first funeral. Thirteen is devastated. Inconsolable. Fourteen looks on at his younger brother crying and thinks “Boy is Fifteen going to let him have it, for acting that way.”
And Fifteen does. He’s nearly a foot taller than Thirteen and easily lifts him off the bed with one hand as he sternly apprises his younger brother as a sissy-faggot-queer for crying like that, so dramatically and with plenty of tears.