"Who ever gets used to loss?" Marcus asks in return. It isn't fine, despite what Nate says, but he hadn't truly expected any other response. If their situations had been reversed, if in some strange world out there his parents had enjoyed having a child enough to have a second and he'd just lost his brother, he knows he would be insisting the same. It's fine, he'll survive, it'll be okay in the end.
It's the same thing everyone always says, he assumes. And it's complete bullshit, but that doesn't mean people aren't entitled to it. How they deal with it is completely up to them and he's sure there are those who would say it isn't healthy for Nate to be insisting he's fine when he's clearly anything but, but Marcus isn't going to be the right person to force him into saying things he might not want to say.
"I hadn't talked to him much in the past few weeks," he says after a moment, because he can sense Nate looking at him. Instead of looking back, he continues to look at his beer, at his hands, his scarred knuckles, the little circular tattoo on the back of his wrist. "My fault, really. I was avoiding him."
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It's the same thing everyone always says, he assumes. And it's complete bullshit, but that doesn't mean people aren't entitled to it. How they deal with it is completely up to them and he's sure there are those who would say it isn't healthy for Nate to be insisting he's fine when he's clearly anything but, but Marcus isn't going to be the right person to force him into saying things he might not want to say.
"I hadn't talked to him much in the past few weeks," he says after a moment, because he can sense Nate looking at him. Instead of looking back, he continues to look at his beer, at his hands, his scarred knuckles, the little circular tattoo on the back of his wrist. "My fault, really. I was avoiding him."