“Exactly.”
“It’s been the same for me. Not that this is really about me.”
“But it is about you,” Beto says. For the wine in his system, he has the confidence to at least pat Aiden on the knee. It’s still a lot for him, being so close.
“Okay. So, in part, it’s about me.”
“It’s all about you. I thought I was slowly coming to terms with that part of myself, without having the confidence to talk to anyone about it. You walk back into my life, and I feel like I’m right back serving again. Hiding things from you. Hiding things from Daniella. Even hiding things from myself.”
“You know you don’t need to hide anything from me.”
Beto shoves his fingers through his hair and tugs in frustration. “But it’s what I’m used to doing. It’s what I do, without even really meaning to. I’m still talking i
