Oh, and it wasn’t lost on him that this had been the moment he’d been waiting for, and now, it was over.
Because he’d told him to leave, and that he couldn’t love him.
Jesus.
Christ.
Why couldn’t he have seen this first?
Why was the universe his worst enemy?
Had he seen this and saw that Ethan was stronger now and healing, he wouldn’t have pushed him away. He would have been honest with him and not been cruel.
God.
This was a big fuck you.
His brother knew he couldn’t come back here, and that was proof he was growing, but also proof Callen hadn’t.
Yep.
He’d lost Ethan again.
He’d been trying to protect him, and instead, he’d made him feel like there was nothing here for him.
When there was.
He was here for him.
His brother did love him.
Getting up, he tried to figure out how to undo everything. Only, he didn’t think he could. Those words could never be taken back.
He’d fucked up.
Maybe he could fight that attraction and get some help so he could just be his brother?
Well, he could have had he not just burned that bridge to the ground.
Grabbing a bottle of Jack, he uncorked it and swigged a shit ton of it down. It burned, but nothing like the pain in his heart. He’d been so close to having Ethan back, and to hear that he needed him to heal the rest of the way…
Oh, this was a nightmare.
He’d just damned them both.
AGAIN.
Worse, he’d been unnecessarily cruel.
At the knock on the door, he rushed toward it, hoping and praying it would be Gene.
Or Ethan.
Only, when he pulled the door open, it was neither. It was the scourge of the Blackhawk existence.
“Well, you’re not the Blackhawk I was looking for,” Kaya Cheek admitted. “Where’s that fucking sexy brother of yours?” she asked, her voice filled with lust.
Oh, and he was filled with something worse.
