Something tells me that isn't going to fix shit.
"You've got a knowing look, Dean."
I shrug. Fight my desire to push him away with a sarcastic insult. This whole opening my heart thing isn't my strong suit.
He doesn't buy it. "Why'd she bail?"
"She's dealing with some shit. She doesn't trust me to help her." That's the only explanation that makes sense.
"She trusted you to teach her."
"Yeah."
"To fuck her and not abandon her again."
"Who told you that?"
"You." His lips curl into a smile. "Just now."
"Fuck." I shake my head. "Rookie move."
My brother nods yeah. "I'd expect better."
"Give me a break. I'm heartbroken."
"You are."
"Don't gloat."
"No. Just… Never thought I'd see the day."
"Me either."
He motions for me to hand my tea over.
I do.
His nose scrunches as he takes a sip. "Is it supposed to taste like that?"
"Like shitty, watered down coffee? What do you think?"
He tosses the cup in the trash. "How did that go down?"
"We were at the same party, back in high school. I thought… I guess I thought that would end it. Get me to stop thinking about her. But it didn't."
"And then you bailed?"
"It was just before graduation, yeah."
"She must have hated you for that."
I nod. "And for a hell of a lot more."
"But she got over it."
"I thought so."
"She did. She's bubbly around you."