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“Why didn’t you go to Los Angeles with Scott?”
Theo runs another page of notes over the scanner. He answers without looking up, “He didn’t ask.”
Corey shifts on his feet, feeling incrementally more useless with each pass of a paper under the scanner.
Theo glances over at him. His eyes darken. Talking about Scott always either makes him moony or moody. Today is the latter.
“Does it matter? Why didn’t you?”
Corey thinks in Theo’s voice, Scott’s not my alpha. Thinks in his own voice, what the fuck. And, get out of my head. But out loud he just offers a lame shrug, says, “I’m still in high school.”
Theo exhales something short of a laugh. Corey can sense the roiling wave of derision rising in him before his retort even hits air.
“Right. Guess that makes us brothers in arms in the war against broken traffic lights, noise disturbances and other suburban nuisances.”
“You’re a suburban nuisance.”
Theo goes quiet in a way that suggests he doesn’t entirely disagree. Deaton’s small office succumbs once more to a trance of scanning. Just rustling papers and the machine’s quiet droning.
“I’ve never had a brother before,” Corey says a beat later, half sarcasm. Half some other more serious thing that he hopes Theo doesn’t pick up on.
A snort. A smirk. “You still don’t.”
He’s wrong. It’s closer to what they are than friends. You have to like your friends. That’s the whole point. You don’t have to like your siblings. But—like his cousin Oliver once told him after punching his younger brother in the dick and yelling, get out of my room, I hate you—even if you don’t there’s some dumb, instinctual urge to love them anyway.
They have the same shit in their blood. That’s how it goes.
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