"There's more to Tommy than partying and spending money just like there's more than that to me," TJ tightly, trying not to let his brother's dismissal get to him. "I only met Queen once before he disappeared. But, he doesn't seem to be the party boy type now." Queen actually seemed a little too into this whole Rambo gig from what TJ could tell based on observations. But, he liked Tommy and Queen was Tommy's best friend. So, there had to be something there.
TJ did sigh this time. "I'm not trying to play word games with you, Doug. I'm saying exactly what I meant. You said there's nothing to talk about. There are things to talk about, but that wasn't why I asked you to sit with me."
His fingers stilled on the keys, then moved soundlessly over them a moment, then stilled again. "The truth is, you're scaring me, Dougie. Not just the things you said at dinner the other night, but the way you've sounded for weeks. You're right. I can be very self-centered and self-absorbed. But, I do notice what you do. I hear what you say, even if it doesn't seem so. You're really good at brushing aside conversations you don't want to have and I've let you get away with it because I thought if it was truly important, you'd talk to me the way you asked me to talk to you. But, you haven't and, yet, the things you do say...I've heard them before."
He looked up at his brother, not certain if he was making things worse or not. But, something had to get through. "I heard them in my head...before I tried to kill myself."