Sinclair takes a couple slow, deep breaths and lets his hand fall away from his face. After a moment he looks over at Lee, expression uncharacteristically raw; he’s never like this, has never been like this around her or any of them. Only Ethan sees him this way. He makes him this way.
“I’m happy for you. I don’t want you to think that’s not true.” He swallows. His throat feels crowded, tight. “It just hurts, you know?”