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“Because you are.” He turns to leave, tilting his head over his shoulder slightly. “I’ve left both yours and Daemon’s doors unlocked. Try talking with him, Tillie. See where his head is at.”
“Brantley?” I call out just as he’s about to leave. “Where’s Nate’s dad?”
Brantley chuckles. “All in good time.”
“B?” I whisper and I see from the corner of my eye his footsteps falter. My focus remains on a rough patch on the wall, isolated. So fucking isolated. “Tell me he will be okay. That this up and down bipolar thing isn’t going to be forever.”
Brantley turns around, and I finally bring my eyes up to his. My throat swells with emotion, but I choke down any tears. They ca
“You’ll come to learn, or are already learning, that there are two sides to Nate. This is just him. This is how he is. How he reacts to different circumstances is always erratic, we can never be sure which side we’re going to land on. There’s the jokester side, then there’s his Malum side. He battles with the two personalities a lot, I know this, but one thing you should always remember is that both of those sides have one thing in common.”
I tilt my head, snuffling my nose. “And what’s that?”
He stares at me blankly. “You.”