look down. “You have to say that. It’s part of the whole brother thing.” “You and I both know I’m not your brother any more than Flint over there,” he says, and I bite into the side of my mouth because that’s how I feel, but I didn’t know that’s how he felt. “Not that I wouldn’t be proud to be your brother, and maybe had I stuck around, that’s how it would’ve been between us. But you and me? We’re more like friends who fell out of touch. And friends know when their friends are a smoke show.”
