So yeah, Paul’s just one in a string of others that Timothy knows nothing about.
But what would he say, if he knew? What would happen between us? I can guarantee he wouldn’t be as forgiving as Joey—my brother smelled that cologne on me last night and didn’t say a word until I was sober enough to defend myself. Timothy wouldn’t do that, I know he wouldn’t. He’d pout and lock himself in the bedroom maybe, or just up and leave me, if he ever found out.
It’s not Joey you’re cheating on, my mind whispers. True, but—he’s your brother, he’s supposed to love you despite what you do. In spite of what you do. He’s not the one who gets hurt when you fuck around. He’s not the one in love with you.