“I’ll apologize to Otter too.”

“See that you do.”

“You mad at me?”

“I was.”

“Okay.”

I wrap my arm over his shoulder, pulling him close. He tugs on my fingers that dangle over his chest. He’s here with me, finally. After all this time. After everything we’ve been through, he’s here again. He’s right in his head again, mostly, and he’s here. There’s still a bit of anger in me, but it’s fading. I could never stay mad at him for very long. It’s not something we do. Sure, he can irritate me like nobody else, but he’s my brother. He’s my family.

“I just….”

I wait.

He sighs, his head on my shoulder. “It’s your life.”

“It is,” I agree.

“You get to make these decisions without me.”

“I do.”

“I don’t like it. Sometimes.”

“I know. But it’s not about you.”

“Yeah,” he says. “And that’s how it should be. You’re kicking me out.”

And that’s what I think this whole thing was about. Because the Kid is an idiot, but he’s not stupid. He can count. The Green Monstrosity has three bedrooms. One has been converted to a nursery that everyone oohed and aahed over earlier. The Kid’s room will be Izzie’s, however long she wants to use it. Which I was hoping would be for years.

That didn’t leave much room for Tyson.

“Not kicking you out,” I say. “There’s the foldout couch.”

He scowls. “Yeah. The one that feels like it’s bad-touching you whenever you lay on it.”

“I offered you bunk beds,” I remind him.

“I’m not a kid.”

“Eh. That’s really not true.”

“Dom wants me to move in with him.”

I tense up. He feels it, he has to with my arm around him, but he waits. “I know. He hasn’t been… subtle.”

“I don’t think he knows how. He’s like Otter that way. He wants something, so he goes for it.”

I sigh. “That can’t possibly be healthy that we’re both with guys like that. What does that say about us?”

“We have impeccable taste.”

“Right. Maybe I’m not ready for you to go.”

“And maybe I’m not ready for you and Otter to have kids.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah.”

“You already told him you’re moving in with him?”

He nods slowly. “It’s… it would have happened. Eventually. I was already planning on commuting for the classes I wasn’t going to take online. And it’s just down the road. I’ll be over here all the time. So much so you probably will get sick of me.”

I laugh quietly. “I’m already sick of you, and you’ve only been home a few hours. But Izzie will need it too.”

“Bullshit. You love me.”

“Yeah. We all have our faults, I guess.”