Paul was just standing there frozen unable to say even a single word.
He had been told about Julian being alive, he had his suspicions, his mother told him Julian had been alive and even Maze kind of confirmed it to him, but he still didn’t believe it because somehow he didn’t want it to be true.
See, there was that thing about losing people, which was trying to recover that part of you that went with the person, and it had taken Paul years to try and recover even half of that.
He even tried to get other friends that would at least fill up that gap that Julian had left but they were never enough.
Julian and Paul were more than just brothers.
They were friends, best of friends and when Julian died, it broke Paul, it left him very empty.
And now the one person that he thought was dead
