A shiver went through Carson when he heard the news about his father. In fact, goosebumps sprang across his arm and shoulders. He thought he might be sick.
Gage was awful quiet. He pushed his plate of half eaten tacos away and crossed his arms as if he were done here.
"I don't think I can stay until nine, I have school tomorrow." His voice was so monotone.
"Well, he wants to talk, to both of you." Henry's mom told them.
"We could stay, a little longer, you could call Ren." Carson looked at Gage, who drew an even more soured look.
Gage excused himself to go make a phone call on his flip phone. Carson knew he needed to go to him.
"It won't be that big of a deal. Its just a phone call." Carson didn't know what else to say when Gage got off the phone.
"Not for you." Gage smirked. "But I'm not banking on your Dad being my Dad."
Carson knew Gage was upset.
"Don't say that." Carson felt his emotions churn. He reached for his brother and hugged him tight.
"These are your people, they aren't mine." Gage barely said above a breath as if he'd have none of it.
"You, just have to listen to him. OK. Just listen." Carson told him.
Gage shook his head, no. But finally gave in. He was only doing this for Carson. No one else.