"It's a sort of calming aura," Patrick said, his voice sounding kind of echoey and ethereal. "Saint stuff."
Joey did indeed feel much more calm, even though he had to refute what Iestyn said. "Brett came over to me. He heard Olivia call me 'daddy'. He- fuck." Joey closed his eyes and took a steadying breath. "I met him when I was seventeen," he explained. Not even Patrick knew all the details, just the broader strokes. "I had run away from my parents and I was homeless and sort of couch surfing? And the people I stayed with would throw parties and Brett was at one and I just fell head over heels. I moved in with him after only knowing him for two weeks. It was so stupid."