Trevor had no words, nothing to say. He'd fucked up, he could accept that. He'd lost her. He could accept that, too. But to his brother? Not even to a stranger? His brother, that crazy fuck, the one who'd never been right. And she'd chosen HIM.
The worse part of it was, he got it. Gavin was "sensitive" and did shit like watch the movies she liked, and he was artistic and shit, too. He probably knew shit about art and could talk about it and stuff, too.