After a few silent minutes, Jackson clears his throat. “Look,” he says, “if you want to throw yourself into a self-loathing spiral, that’s your choice. I won’t stop you. But it’s making my brother unbearable. And Ajay. Blair too, for that matter. All three of them are constantly coming over to check on you, and since you’re never here, I have to suffer through their freak-outs.”
Marcus cringes as he draws his knees up under his chin. “I didn’t think…I don’t know why Sebastian should care.”
“He cared enough to beat the shit out of that creepy teammate of his,” Jackson says. “Got benched for two games.”
Marcus groans and drops his head to his knees. “Fuck. That’s my fault, I goaded him into—”