Jake's living room was a mess of empty beer bottles and takeout containers. He slumped on the couch, head in his hands, elbows digging into his knees. His usually tousled hair was a disaster, like he'd been running his fingers through it non-stop."She regrets it, I know she does," Jake muttered, his voice rough. "This has fucked it all up."Oscar leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed. His eyes, sharper than Jake's unfocused gaze, tracked his brother's nervous movements. "You don't know that, lil bro," he said, his tone measured. "You need to talk to her, tell her she means more to you than just a quick fuck."Jake's head snapped up, eyes blazing. "Of course she means more! Fuck, Oscar, I'm not you."Oscar's eyebrow quirked. "The hell's that supposed to mean?"
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