But he did know. It wasn’t the alcohol or even his unrequited love for his best friend that had undone him. It was the excruciating recognition that, no matter how hard he tried, he’d never be as free and affectionate as Schuyler was. He’d never feel merely brotherly feelings for other men. He’d never love Corinne the way Schuyler loved Marjorie. He’d never really be happy.
