"You don't owe him anything, Logan," I sigh, sliding off his lap and into my chair but making sure to stay close, my arms still wrapped loosely around him, "I don't- I may be shit with this kinda stuff, but he loves you. You're his family. I can see that much. You don't have to fuck him to even things up between you two. That's not what he wants, you know?"

It's hard, 'cause I'm not even half as close with Joe, but I sorta get what Logan means. It's hard for me to be around a guy like Joe... like Billy or Cutter or Chris or any of 'em... it's still sorta hard for me to understand why they'd even talk to me if they don't want to fuck me. After years of thinkin' that way, it's a hard habit to break.