There’s a soft, barely-there laugh. “Therapy.”
Panic attack, he called it. But?—
“I wasn’t…scared.”
But I was, wasn’t I?
Scared of losing the brother I only just found out about.
A brother who needs me…
“It’s not always about that,” Jeremy says. “Sometimes it’s about nothing at all, and sometimes it’s about everything.”
I frown.
“So…you have a brother?” he says, changing the subject.
My lips rise with a shaky smile. “Yeah. I’m a big brother. Like you.”
This time he outright chuckles. “We’re twins,” he reminds me unnecessarily for what feels like the gazillionth time.
“But you’re the older one,” I remind him right back, just as I always do.
“Yeah,” he breathes.
“Still counts.”
“I guess.”
It’s quiet again for a long moment, before I say, “Thanks, JJ.”
There’s a quiet, rumbly sound from the other side of the phone that has me making a face. “Did you just growl?”
He mutters something too rushed and quiet for me to make out.
“Wha—”
“I told you not to call me that,” he cuts in sharply.
I blink. Right… “Sorry, it’s a hab?—”
“Or I’m gonna call you something you don’t like,” he rushes out quickly, like he had to force it all out in one go.
I hold back a laugh. “Like what?”
“I don’t know.” A beat passes, then he blurts, “Mase Face.”
My eyes widen.
He grumbles something, and I picture his face turning beet red.
“Yeah, that’s horrible,” I tell him, grinning so wide, my cheeks hurt.
“Shut up.”
My chest shakes with a silent laugh. “You first, JJ.”
“I’m hanging up now.”