Ben eyed Brandon's vibrating leg, his shallow breathing. "There's no correct response, Brandon. I'm not telling you this... because I want to hear something... something to fix it. I just... need to say it. To someone. Someone who's been there, too."
He ran a hand down his face, which had became clammy. "Everyday, I listen to people tell me about their problems, their fears, their tragic lives. But not me. I don't get someone to talk to. I sit on a cork."
"But you... I'm sorry I sent you away. And I'm telling you about this part of my life because I think you might understand why I did what I did to you. And I hope you'll able to forgive me."