Wednesday 1:16 AM
In their room as Paul undressed, Ben turned on his side and leaned on his elbow and rested his head in his hand. Paul told him what Brian had revealed.
“Poor Brian,” Ben said when he finished. “I hope he’s going to be okay.”
“Well, the kid he saved is alive. I don’t want Brian to be haunted by this for the rest of his life. He didn’t do anything wrong or that can’t be fixed.”
“We’ll love him like we always do, as much as we can, no matter how many health food drinks he guzzles.”
Paul crawled into bed and leaned on his side and propped his head up the same as Ben.
Ben asked, “Anything special I need to do, we need to do?”
“I’m not sure. This is all new to me. I guess we watch and monitor and love him as best we can.”
“We may have another problem.”
Paul frowned.
“Our younger son may be in love. After Ardis and the gang left, he mooned around here. He barely actually got any work done on his chess helix.”
Paul smiled. “True love.” He clicked off the light on the bedside table, turned, and pulled Ben close.