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Nathan's thoughts between Seasons One and Two
He's gone.
My best friend is gone.
My little brother. I still remember him as a gurgling pink thing in a wad of blankets. This helpless being and it was my job to keep him safe.
I tried. When ever we went out, I was watching for things that would hurt him, the dip in the sidewalk, the teeter-totter with pinch point, the stranger watching him play on the swings.
I loved to get his letters, written in crayon, covered with little drawings. They connected me to him, the good aspects of home.
He knows me. He can see thru all the bravado, all the pretense, all the crap I put between me and the outside world. He's the only person that wanted me to be who I was, to not bow to everyone's expectations. He makes me want to be a better person. He makes me think that I could do good.
Peter's not dead.
He's just gone.
God, I need a drink.