"How was I to know it wasn't intentional when you never explained otherwise? That's my point, Al. You didn't want to meet me in the middle, you just pulled the plug before I even had a chance to figure out what middle there could be." Kade was already getting frustrated so he stopped and inwardly coached himself not to jump to getting overly emotional too quickly. He didn't want to end up in an argument or just going over old wounds that they more than established had no resolution. "Then, on top of that, you ghost me and the first time I see you when I'm trying to offer my support after a fucking terrible thing to happen to your family because I happen to care about said nephew as much as you do because I saw him like my own when we were together, you treat me like a one night stand you had to be drunk to fuck. And then ghost me again. Which I as actually okay to give you a pass on. You were in shock from what happened to Justin and Sash, and comfort sex is a valid thing. I was cool being that for you if it's what you needed. But I also assumed we'd talk more after. About us, about resolving some of this pain between us. You don't think it's been painful for me too? I developed insomnia because I couldn't reconcile what happened with us. Sometimes, people's first reactions to a stressful situation aren't always the best one, you know. Sometimes, we make mistakes in our choices. You never gave me the breathing space to figure that out. But maybe I have actually figured a few things out since then. Why the bloody hell are you so hungover anyway? I can't be to blame this time, you ghosted me again. You're all trying to support Mark to get dry again but you're out on the booze big time? I haven't seen you this hungover since my Olympian days. And why isn't the bloke who gave you that hickey the one holding your hair back when you spew?"