Jean’s hands slowed as he turned her words inside out. He thought about Lucas and Grayson, Jeremy and Bryson, and Kevin and Riko. He thought of Derrick and Derek’s shameless affection and of Tanner following him around like a little duckling of his own. He thought of Kevin calling him brother on Hannah’s show, and the sour sting it’d evoked then was a dull and lingering ache now. He thought of Noah and Elodie, and he had to close his eyes against his grief.
