“Hey.” Oscar catches my shoulder before I turn. “You found her. You just got arrested and sat in jail to protect the Hales. You are a shirtless motherfucker right now, but you’re not a villain.” Jokes wither in my head. I stare at one of my best friends like he’s watching a different movie where I’m the star. “I’m cleaning up a mess I made. Does that seem very heroic to you?” “Their mess isn’t yours.” He points down the hall. “Your family is here. You’ve never been a dumb motherfucker, so I know you get this. Your family is here.”
