Even Brian understood the significance of that. Despite his own opinions about Jude, whom he'd found tedious at best, he understood that kind of friendship. He'd done a lot of shitty things to keep from losing Mikey, over the years, and up until a couple years ago, the idea of living without Mikey around had been a hard pill to swallow.
Drawing in a breath, Brian turned back toward Max, his lips pressed into a thin line. When he reached a hand out toward Max, beckoning him closer, he hesitated, but only because he didn't want to admit to himself that it hurt, just a little, that Max had sought out comfort in the bottom of a bottle instead of with him. Christ, he was fucking losing it.
"Come over here," he said, sounding almost impatient.
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Even Brian understood the significance of that. Despite his own opinions about Jude, whom he'd found tedious at best, he understood that kind of friendship. He'd done a lot of shitty things to keep from losing Mikey, over the years, and up until a couple years ago, the idea of living without Mikey around had been a hard pill to swallow.
Drawing in a breath, Brian turned back toward Max, his lips pressed into a thin line. When he reached a hand out toward Max, beckoning him closer, he hesitated, but only because he didn't want to admit to himself that it hurt, just a little, that Max had sought out comfort in the bottom of a bottle instead of with him. Christ, he was fucking losing it.
"Come over here," he said, sounding almost impatient.