It had to take some epic fucking hardass balls for Zoran to take the high ground like this. For a few lingering moments, Brett just looked at his brother, still in crippling pain inside for him, but also awed that he was even still here. Zoran had admitted in front of all those people at the funeral that he had nearly fucking drove a car off a cliff because he was so distressed, but once again put his dad before him. Brett had so many questions, but a lot of them he didn't need answers to. Maybe over time as Zoran began to heal and keep living his life, the answers would come to light.

He nodded. "Sure, Z. Do you want to come chill in my room? At least them Mom and Dad won't smack me in the head for not taking better care of you. It has freaked me out, but not in a way that I can't handle your shit, bro. Just... I'm fucking hurting for you. All I wanted to do was help you, but I can't. Can't ease it or take it away. I had no idea your past was this fucking painful. I knew you had pain and you had been abused, but not like this."