‘You’ve always been so stable!’
He sighed. Yes he had. He hadn’t had much choice, had he? He’d been acting as a father to his little brother since he he was fourteen freaking years old, he hadn’t exactly had time to go out clubbing.
Yes, he was stable. He’d always been stable. But that wasn’t by choice. He’d had dreams of travelling and seeing the world once. But they’d been packed away, stored next to the childhood and innocence he’d sacrificed so the little soul he loved most in the world didn’t ever have to be anything but a boy.