Charlie shoved Peter hard, his head hitting the column behind them. “We’re done.”
“Excuse me? Didn’t you just come beg me to code your little virus?”
“You could’ve killed him.”
“I saved your ass from jail. Remember?”
“There was another way.”
“Was there now?”
“Maybe I should’ve gone to jail.”
“Easy to say now.”
“Fuck you, Peter. Vanhi was right. There’s something wrong with you.”
“Go back in there. Pick up the phone and call the cops. I won’t stop you.” Peter smiled, holding his arm out elegantly, inviting Charlie to turn himself in. “That’s what I thought.”
“We’re not friends anymore.”
“No, it’s worse. We’re brothers.”
Charlie walked away.
“You think you’re so high-and-mighty,” Peter yelled after him. “You just don’t have the guts to be honest about who you really are.”
Charlie spun around and got in Peter’s face. “I am not like you.”
“No mom, shitty dad, handsome outcast, just a half click off from mattering. Yeah, we’re nothing alike.” Charlie started to turn but Peter grabbed his arm. “They will never give it to you. You have to take it.”
“Keep telling yourself that.” Charlie walked away, furious, because Peter was right. And what then?
“Take a look in the fucking mirror,” Peter yelled after him, down the long hallway.