Nathan's own mouth automatically twisted back into a knowing frown, almost foreboding. That... wasn't fair. At all. Yes, he knew he was never home. Yes, he knew that it sucked, for both of them, that Nathan barely knew his brother, that coming home to see Peter was like giving the kid Easter, Christmas, Valentine's Day and his birthday all in one big vacation, and he had always felt horrible about leaving. But what could he do? He was in college. He was in the military. Nathan had barely stepped foot into home since he had turned 18.

"You know that's not fair, Pete," Nathan automatically warned him, in a bit of a heated voice, leaning backward against the couch and throwing up his hands, momentarily. "What the hell was I supposed to do? Skip college? Skip everything I was supposed to do? I couldn't help it, Peter." And the guy was still holding it over his head, these many years later. "You know I couldn't help it."