"Did it?" He's not sure what that says about him, that it suited him to be in with the crowd there, sharp suits and smiles and too many zeroes to fathom attached to the invoices they sent. "Being able to pay rent was nice. And suits. Nice suits. Ones that felt nice and fit right. And not bottom shelf whiskey."

But he was never sure if he was really doing any good. He was more sure of who he was and should be with Matt. Once. "Hey Matt? I'm sorry that I ever made you feel that you couldn't be you, the real you, with me. And that I took it so badly when I found out. I was hurt and I took it out on you and I'm sorry. I should've been more supportive."