Myron leaned into Owen. It wasn't hard to feel that he was shaken. Owen might notice that, but Kirley wouldn't. He hadn't for years, and while it wasn't particularly visible for most of those years, in the last few months, it had been a constant. "Give me ten minutes," he whispered to Owen before he left. Their eyes caught for a moment, and it was a promise. Myron was going to leave the room, probably in less than what he requested.
Back to Kirley. He inhaled, fighting the prickling behind his eyes. Fuck. "When it was just you and I, I could pretend it wasn't even there. We had the band, we toured, we were amazing. I was doing that one thing I loved more than anything. I was playing and writing songs and all that was something I'll never forget. Then we came here, and Stubby is here in the flesh. He's the same guy that you sit with, Kirley. You forced us together so we'd both stay, and we didn't even know each other, and everything that I wanted for us was gone. You hurt me, and I haven't felt the same since. I try, but you remind me all the time that I have to share. You love us both, and you don't fight for me, or for us. Now you are dragging Jon through it and he's not even sharing with me. He's sharing with someone who doesn't even exist."