"So what do we do?" Wystan asks, grinning as he sits back down, looking smug as hell.
"Offer him a little something that he'd want to negotiate, keep him on a leash," I shrug, sliding his application to one side, letting it sit there, and it felt moving to know that I had the puck on the ice for once.
"Do it," Wystan dares, lifting his watch just as his phone starts ringing. I notice the way the skin around his eyes and mouth become taut. His gaze meets mine, and it's filled with worry.
"I have to go, but again, congratulations." He says sincerely, rising to his feet, walking out while answering the call from whomever.
He's a busy man, a man with endless phone calls and tons of paperwork. On days like these, I'm grateful that he's my brother. I'm proud of him, but if you asked me earli
