Xander immediately springs to his feet and steps away from the skateboard. Aiming for the door like he plans to hunt down his mom. “Hey.” I extend an arm and block the door before putting a light hand on his elbow. “It’s normal—” “That’s not alright.” A thousand emotions pour out of his expressive eyes. “They’ve known you and Banks for years.” “My uncles have known me my whole life and some still call me Banks on accident.” I reassure him. “It happens, kid. It doesn’t mean they don’t care.” If I let that shit hurt me or affect me, I’d be in pain every week.
