Gor wasn't manipulating Slav entirely -- after all, he wasn't able to stutter on cue. And everything he said was true -- he hated this boat, he missed their parents, he wasn't gay, and he was at his wit's end. Besides, he wanted them to be friends again -- he was sorry. But, in the same breath, if pouting at Slav to make him accept the apology was the only way to go, then Gor would do it in a heartbeat.
Gor watched him, finding little comfort in Slav's words. Even if they did find land again, it would probably be too late for Gor to accept the full scholarship -- and MIT did not offer such things twice. Even if he received a scholarship to another school, he would still have to wait a year to go -- and that seemed like the end of the world to him.
But he wasn't going to argue that point.
Instead, he remained silent a long moment, thinking of their inevitable doom aboard this stupid boat. Finally, after a long moment, he finally began to complete the circle. "D-do you think we should m-move?" Gor asked the question hesitantly but seriously, one brother to another.
He hadn't really wanted to be left alone. He realized that now. He was expecting and had wanted an argument, had wanted to be dragged downstairs like some kid by his ear, so he could pretend to be all grown-up and important. And he had wanted to lash out at his brothers, to make them hurt in the way they had unintentionally hurt him.
But to end up all alone? No, he didn't want that after all.