He's allowed to have a reaction. And if the reaction is Marcus, I can't have this. You're my best friend and she's my sister and this is too close. Then I hear it. Marcus said all of it.
And I tell him the truth. What's the truth? He looked at her that I'm not asking his permission. That I'm telling him because he deserves to know, not because he gets a vote on what you and I decide about our lives. She absorbed that.
That's a hard line to hold with someone you love. Yes. Can you hold it? He thought about 16 years. He thought about the week after Viven died.
He thought about Daniel Collins showing up and staying for 4 days and not making it about himself, not making it a favor to be repaid, just being there. He thought about what it meant to love someone enough to tell them something they didn't want to hear. He'll understand eventually. Marcus said, "Daniel is a good man. Good men adjust when the truth is in front of them.
And if he doesn't adjust quickly, then I wait, and I don't compromise the truth while I wait. " She was quiet for a long moment. Her thumb moved slightly against his hand, barely a millimeter. "No more, but he felt it completely. Tuesday is still moving day, she said. I know.
I'm still moving into my apartment. Whatever this is. I need my own space. I need to know I built something in Atlanta that's mine. I wouldn't ask you to stay even if I wanted to.
He looked at her carefully. Do you? She met his eyes. Part of me does. And that part is not the smart part.
The smart part knows I need to be in my own place with my own life and then choose this from there. Not because there's no other option. That's right. He said, "You're agreeing with me moving out. I'm agreeing with you being sure. " He said, "Whatever you choose from a sure place, I can work with whatever you choose because you had no other option.
That's a foundation made of wrong material. I don't build on wrong materials. " She stared at him. "You know what the most attractive thing about you is," she said. He waited. "You think in structures?
Everything is how it's built. What it's built on, whether it can hold weight. She shook her head slightly. I spent four years with someone who made everything up as he went and called it spontaneous. It was exhausting.
Everything was temporary and nothing had a foundation. And when it collapsed, there was nothing to point to and say that failed because it was built wrong. She looked at their joined hands on the table. You build things right. I try.
You succeed. She looked up. That matters more than you know. They stayed at the table until past midnight. They talked about things that were not the situation and things that were about what she was hoping for with the new job about the Buckhead project.
Marcus was 2 weeks from completing. About Zoe and the chess player at the park and the way Zoe cataloged facts in her notebook. They talked the way people talked when the big thing had been said and the only thing left was the real life around it. At 12:30, Avery said good night and went to the guest room. Marcus sat at the table alone for 10 minutes.
He thought about Tuesday. He thought about Daniel. He thought about a woman putting her hand over his on a kitchen table and the specific weight of that, the realness of it, and how long it had been since anything had weighed like that in his life. He turned off the kitchen light and went upstairs. He checked on Zoe Cooler, the fever breaking, breathing easy.
He went to his room. He lay on his side, the right side, and looked at the dark and thought about the call he had to make in the morning, not with dread, with a particular seriousness of a man who understood that the things worth having required the willingness to stand in front of a real conversation and not flinch. He would call Daniel in the morning. Whatever came from that, he would handle. He closed his eyes.
He slept. Tuesday started with Daniel. Marcus made the call at 7:15. After Zoe's lunch was packed and Zoe was eating breakfast and Avery was still in the guest room, he went to the back porch with his coffee and called Daniel's number and Daniel picked up on the second ring like he'd been expecting it. Marcus, Daniel, a beat.
Tell me. Avery moves into her apartment today. Marcus said, "Before she does, I want to tell you something. Not ask you something, tell you. " The silence on the line had a specific quality. Not angry yet, not closed, but fully attending.
Daniel listening the way he listened when something was important this week. Marcus said, "Something happened that I wasn't looking for and didn't plan. I want you to know I didn't pursue it. I want you to know I kept my head where it needed to be. And I want you to know that none of that changed what it was.
Marcus Daniel's voice was careful. Don't. I'm not asking for permission. I'm not giving permission. I'm asking you to think about what you're doing.
I've thought about nothing else for 4 days. She's my sister. I know who she is. She just got out of a marriage that wrecked her. She's rebuilding.
She's Daniel. Stopped. Started again. And his voice had changed. Not angry.
Something more complicated than angry. She's the most important person in my life. Marcus, outside of my daughter, she is the person I worry most about getting hurt again. I know that. So, how do I Daniel exhaled hard?
How do I hear this from my best friend and be okay with it? How does that work? You don't have to be okay with it today. Marcus said, "You're allowed to have feelings about this. I'm not asking you to approve it.
I'm telling you because you deserve to know. Because you're my best friend and you handed me something that mattered to you and I respect you enough to tell you what's true. Silence. You respect me, Daniel said slowly, tasting the word. And what you're telling me is that you have feelings for my sister.
Yes. After one week. It wasn't one week. Daniel, I've known her for 3 years. This week was just the first time we were in the same space long enough for it to be what it actually was.
Another silence, longer this time. Marcus drank his coffee and waited and did not fill the silence because Daniel needed the silence and Marcus was a man who respected what other people needed. Does she? Daniel stopped. Does she feel the same way?
Yes. A sound. Not quite a laugh. Not quite the opposite. Something in between.
Of course she does. A pause. Of course she does. Because Avery does not do anything halfway. When she decides something is true, she decides it completely and then she lives there.
He paused again. That's what scares me. It's not a fragile thing. Daniel, how do you know? Because she is not a fragile person.
She knows her own mind. She always has. Marcus held the phone steady. She's your sister, but she's also herself. Completely herself.
And she deserves to be treated like the second one as much as the first. The longest silence yet. Marcus waited. He heard Daniel breathing. Heard the particular sound of a man working through something real.