“You know why I call you ‘old man’?” “Because I hate it?” “No. That’s not why.” He downs the rest of his whiskey and tosses the glass on the pebbles. “It’s because it’s what I used to call my dad before he died. Sorry it made you feel shitty, but I used to joke around with him like that before he…” He presses his palms to his eyes. “Dammit. This sucks. I don’t talk about him because it fucking hurts, but it slipped out one day with you, and it felt like it was this small way to keep his memory alive, so I kept calling you old man, but you’re not old. You're the best guy I know, Tremblay.”
