Travis had made the comment to Ajay that he wanted them to really be family. Where Travis had always had the benefit of a supportive family that loved him and wanted him to be happy and safe, he knew that Ajay hadn't. From what the younger guy had told him, his dad was the only one that really cared, and while he did try to be a good parent, he honestly just didn't fully know how. Travis knew how beneficial it had been to him t have two parents who not only wanted to support him, but really knew how. They'd raised him well and stood by him and taught him everything that a parent should teach a child, and he was proud of the person they'd helped him become. Ajay obviously didn't see himself as anything to be proud of at all, and Travis wasn't sure where to start, but he was damn well going to try to be the best brother he could be, even if it was twenty-some-odd years too late.

"Hi," Travis said, coming closer to the side of Ajay's bed with a warm smile that didn't quite manage to hide his worry. "It's really okay. Don't worry about that. I'm just glad you let me come to see you now. Billy said you were in a bad way, and I wasn't sure you'd want me to come or not. But I wanted to be here, and I figured the worst you could do would be to tell me no, so I asked. But I'm here, and we can talk about anything you want to talk about. Anything at all."