Chapter 19

“Excuse me,” Marc said, stepping away from his conversation partners to jog over to Sora and greet him with a hesitant, “Hey.”

“Hey.”

“Feeling any better?” Marc asked.

Sora shrugged.

From behind him, Marc heard his brother’s voice as he approached, saying, “Hey, man, I’m sorry we got off on the wrong foot.”

Ben came up beside him, facing Sora, beer in hand.

“Dude, not helping,” Marc hissed.

“I didn’t mean to insult you,” Ben said, ignoring Marc. “There’s nothing wrong with artists. Or football players. Or you.”

“Dude!”

“You’re totally good enough for my brother,” Ben continued, like an absolute idiot.

Sora looked from Ben to Marc, then made a ninety-degree turn and started walking through the yard toward the sidewalk. Marc slapped his brother’s arm.

“You absolute fucking idiot,” he hissed. “Just shut up!”

“I’m sorry, I’m not good at this apparently. I don’t know how to talk to gay guys I guess.”