Brian found his brother on his bed, nose stuck into some textbook. After the talk with his uncle, the unfamiliar pang of relief washed over him as the explosion he’d quietly anticipated all day would not come. But now he was in the mood to talk and Matt would just have to deal. He walked over to the bed and scooted some books into a pile and sank down next to him, curling a pillow under his head, and staring at his brother’s sweatpants-clad legs.
“Hey,” Matt said. His brother still hadn’t talked about the night before. But Brian would get it out of him eventually. He had also not mentioned anything more about Brian playing substitute for him, which is a good thing cause he wasn’t particularly in the mood to whoop his brother’s ass. They both knew he still could if he needed to.
“Thanks f
