It’s something inside him, so deeply rooted he can’t pull it out. Not without killing himself in the process, anyway, and yeah...he’s thought about that. More than once.He asked Janelle to do it—to fool around with his brothers—because he wanted Andy to feel better. He wanted him not to focus so much on what the old man had done, which wasn’t Andy’s fault. It was Gabe’s fault, just like everything else was. So he’d tried to fix it, tried to get Andy to see that no matter what the old man had done, Andy was fine. He was good. He was okay. He wasn’t any of those names the old man had called him. And even if he was—the way Mikey might be, shielded in his desire to become a priest, as if giving his life to the church would make it easier to forget what he really wanted—well, even if Andy was a fag like the old man had said, Gabe wanted to show him that it didn’t matter. It just didn’t fucking matter.But it did.Now he can’t even look at Janelle without thinking about her kissing his brothers.
