I suppose it all started half a lifetime ago when a mean-looking kid named Griff walked into my life.
When we found the stability in one another we couldn’t find in the world.
When two lonely kids became brothers.
As kids, we had no place in the world, so as men, we made our own. We took on everything together, building our own empire—partners in business and in life.
I guess that’s where it got complicated.
When I fell in love with Moira, and Griff had to share me for the first time.
When he liked what belonged to me just a little too much, and he started avoiding both of us until he came up with his own shitty way of coping.
I don’t know exactly when it all started, to be honest, but I know when it all fell apart.
There are exactly two people in the world who have my love, so what the hell am I supposed to do when holding onto one means losing the other?
What I always do, I guess.
Handle it.