#but a truce
Looking at Grayson before was always like looking at a distorted mirror of everything Kyler tried to cut from himself, everything he hid and supressed glaring defiantly at him.
It was different now. It felt like a cetrain…not peace exactly, but maybe truce.
He wasn’t sure if they could be friends.
But they were still brothers.
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