"Do you want me to argue it?" Yancy asks through clenched teeth. "I'm not going to argue with you about what you want. I won't -- push you."
He runs a hand through his hair, a gesture that Raleigh echoes more often than not.
"Yeah, we're fucked up," he grits out. "We're really fucked up. Me and Rals more than most. Maybe he just needs some time. That's all. If it's hurting him--"
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He runs a hand through his hair, a gesture that Raleigh echoes more often than not.
"Yeah, we're fucked up," he grits out. "We're really fucked up. Me and Rals more than most. Maybe he just needs some time. That's all. If it's hurting him--"
He cuts off and turns away.
"I don't want to hurt my brother."