Beers tonight had become their shorthand for the four of them going out: Justin and Wes and Nick and Colton. Wes only went out with Justin, which made sense, and Justin only wanted to go out if they were meeting up with his dad. He never said why, but he didn’t have to. Colton understood that bone-deep yearning for a father, the poignant prickling of pain when you wanted and hoped and tried so hard, but all you heard was silence.
