Alex was never sure how to answer that question. How could anyone help him? How did he want people to help him, if at all? He always hesitated saying what his true feelings were. He wanted Sean back. That was the root of it all. Of course he did. But he was so scared that if he did and got that would it be the same? Would it be the same guy that he'd spent all that time with, getting to know and falling love with.
He shrugged. "I don't know. I miss him, he was there for nearly seven years... But even I know you can't give me him back." Alex wanted to cry but he couldn't. He wouldn't. Not around anyone. It had taken him long enough when he'd come back from Vietnam. He hated that the anger issues he'd fought so hard to get under control. He made a fist with his free hand then let it go with a shakey breath. "You need to lock your cars up better and the liquor cabinet." He tried to make a joke so it didn't feel all doom and gloom then.
"You restarted the school though, you got it back together and you're going to have to look after my little brother. He's nicer than me."