Nate would be here in less than ten minutes. With one final glance into the mirror, I was happy with what I saw. I'd managed to put on some weight. My face was fuller, my eyes weren't so gaunt, and maybe just a shred of happiness was starting to shine through again. I smiled, thinking about how far I'd come since that day on f*******:. My tux was fly, the embodiment of dapper, and I knew Nate would be proud.
That notion sobered me just a bit. I was starting to see why people might think we were gay, but that man was the greatest brother I hadn't been born with.
"Bastian, you ready?" Nate didn't bother to knock when he arrived.
I strolled out of the bathroom and toward my date. "Hey, honey. How was your day?" A deep laugh exploded from my chest.
He glanced down at my feet and then mad
