“I know I’m not always very available, and I moved back here as soon as I could, but I do want to see you, Oliver. I just…don’t always have it in me. I’m glad I did this time.” Oliver pauses, mid-chew, then slowly resumes and swallows. “Axel, you know I understand. Viggo and I give you hell about moving back to Washington, but we’re happy you’re here. Because it’s where you’re happy. We were just telling you in our ass-backwards way that we miss you.” A weird lump settles in my throat as I peer down at my food. “I miss you, too.”
