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But, for some reason, that didn’t really scare me. I wanted to dream again.
“Please, don’t hurt him,” I told him. “I’ll try not to.”
But I pulled him back, whispering, “I love you, too.”
“Just let her go, man. She’s not going to hurt you. She loves you. And you love her.” I could feel my brother’s shallow breaths behind me as he backed us up a step, still resisting. “The only ones who can hurt you are the ones you love.”
He might bitch and moan, but he’d do anything to help someone out, I was pretty sure. I mean, he picked out my underwear. That must mean we’ve bonded enough to ask favors of each other, right?
He was coming apart, and I loved it. This was our life, after all, and we may trip over each other for a while yet, but we weren’t people who were okay with failing, either. We’d figure it out.
He exhaled a sigh, not turning around. “Just paying my respects to my mother.” The glow of a flashlight behind him shone on the headstone in front of him. “Your mother? But that’s Edward McClanahan’s grave.”
