“I can’t believe he didn't show up,” Anderson said as we were walking back towards our cars after the funeral, his eyes red and puffy from crying. “I mean, I know he was a little bit of a prick, but I didn’t know he was such an asshole.”
Gallagher just shook his head at this and drew out a deep breath. “He’s just probably tired. I mean he did have the entire nation’s attention to face the entire week after what happened, you know? Cut him some slack, man.”
“We’re all tired. What makes him special?” Anderson snapped and walked towards his car without another look.
I just sighed, waving a tired hand at Rhodes when he pointed the other way to his car, splitting with us.
“Hey, I’m going to visit Brooks. Do you wanna come?” Gallagher asked as we were walking towards the other side of the pa
