I haven’t been a great brother the last few months. Do I deserve to even be his best man when I’m the real reason we haven’t really talked? He thinks this is all his fault, when it’s completely mine.
“It wasn’t you,” I say, and a confused look crosses his face, so I clarify. “I’m the one who kept bailing on you.”
“Yeah, but I should have told you—“
“No. It was me.”
“Well, how about it was both of us. Now, are you going to say yes or do I need to go and find another Luka Hart to befriend?”
“You know there’s only one of me, right?”
He pulls up his phone and taps, then turns it to face me.
“Nope, at least another twenty by the looks of it. Ohh, look at this guy. He has this whole silver fox thing going for him.” He clicks a photo of a model wearing dark jeans and nothing else, and his gray hair actually looks really good.
“I’d do him,” I joke, and Cosmo lowers the phone slowly, his gaze checking to see if I’m being serious. “What?” I ask.
“You’ddohim?”
“Yeah, well, I think I like older guys. Haven’t dated any yet, but—“
“Wait, wait, wait,” Cosmo says, placing his hands flat on the table as if to brace himself. “You’d date a guy?”
“Cos, you know I’m bi, right?”
He points to his face, mouth open, eyebrows raised high.
“Yeah, because this is the face of someone in the know.”
I look at him deadpan.
“You’re going to misquoteFriendsto me now?”
“I’m one person; the line doesn’t work unless I change it. How did I miss this?”
I shrug. “You were kind of self-obsessed in college,” I laugh, knowing full well I never actually straight out told him. And the few guys I did hook up with during that time were usually after Cosmo had gone back to our room with someone else, so I’d go back to their place. I never actually wanted to date any of them. I did date a few girls, though.
“You never said, I’m sure you never told me, and I don’t . . . Did you date guys in college?”
“Not exactly.”
“So I’m not crazy, this is new news for me at least?”
The waitress delivers our next round and gives us both a disapproving look.
“You’ll be cleaning that up before you leave, I hope,” she says.
“No problem, I’ll take care of it,” Cosmo says, and she nods and leaves.
“I’m right, aren’t I?” he asks.
“Okay, so you’re right.”
He leans back in his chair, all proud of himself, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Wow, this whole time you’ve been into guys, and I didn’t know.”
I shrug and take a closer look inside the box.
