" Alex?"
I can't meet his eyes.
"Look at me."
I refuse.
" Come on, Alex, please."
I won't.
"Son."
I can't.
" Alex. Look at me right now."
I did.
" Is it true?"
" Yeah."
" Okay."
" That's it?"
"Yeah. What do you want me to say?"
" I expected you to scream, cuss, rant and rave, lose your crap, and just everything but that."
"Come here." That was the tenth time my father ever hugged me, and not a bro-hug, handshake, or pat on the back.
" That was the first time we ever fought."
"It's okay."
"I've lost my best friend."
"Find a new one."
" Don't tell mom."
" Wouldn't dream of doing it. It's yours to tell."
" Thanks, dad."
