Liam smiles faintly, reassuring him, as he chokes out, “I’ll always love you, Perry.” Pop. Pop. Pop. Crosby’s eyes widen only for a moment before they go dull and distant. Liam sets the gun behind himself and then tries to pull his brother in close for a hug, but he’s too weak, lost too much blood. He keeps his bandaged hand atop Crosby’s shoulder.
