FIC: Half a Jonas - 2 - Joe/Taylor, Kevin/Mike - R
A sort of sequel to Half a Jonas starring Joe Jonas and Taylor Lautner. I’m not posting to SoDamnSkippy because the Kevin/Mike is minimal.
There might be a prequel to this (actually there’s no ‘might’ about it, it’s pretty much done). And eventually I’d like to get around to actually writing about Nick & Miley, instead of vaguely mentioning them.
TITLE: Half a Jones - 2
AUTHOR: Melanie
RATING: R - For language and sexual innuendo.
PAIRING: Joe/Taylor, Kevin/Mike, Nick/Miley
SUMMARY: Where Joe has a Taylor, but not the one that his parents want him to have, Kevin is still only half a son, Nick and Miley are nowhere to be seen & Frankie might not exist.
DISCLAIMER: If you recognize your own name or names of your siblings / bandmates you need to hit the back button and go away, no really, I’ll wait.
Half a Jonas - 2
Later, after Kevin listens to Bill’s gossiping and reads one too many magazine articles, Kevin will ask him, with a pained expression on his face, “How exactly did you guys meet?” and Joe will kind of lie to him.
Spinning a fanciful story of the Taylors and Joe and an unlikely kind of romance between the three that breaks down to just two.
Because even though Kevin is his big brother, even though Kevin had stood up to their parents and dumped Danielle after she’d admitted she was only in it for the money, even though Kevin had dated Zac for months and kept it completely secret, after all that Kevin is a prude and kind of innocent for being in his twenties.
There’s no way that he’s ever going to tell his prudish, innocent big brother that they met because Taylor gave him a blow job in the men’s room at a party that he’d only been invited to because he and other Taylor were trying to prove they could play nice.
He loves his brother; he doesn’t want to be party to killing him.
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Joe doesn’t think to call anyone but Kevin. Nick is already hiding out with Miley and dealing with his own thing and anyway, Joe really needs his big brother.
Kevin picks up the phone and he sits there while Joe breathes, and tries not to cry. He’s in public, he’s alone in public and there’s two girls with heads bent together that keep looking over at him and he can’t deal with fans right now.
He can’t.
He keeps his head bent and he says, “It’s done, I don’t…”
It takes him a few minutes but he manages to tell Kevin what mom and dad said, he doesn’t tell him that he thinks that he’s dying. He thinks Kevin knows anyway.
Kevin tells him to come to him and Joe agrees because honestly, he doesn’t have anywhere else to go.
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Joe is pretty sure that he’s managed to get his public face back on. He signs a couple of autographs on the plane and he has a conversation with the man sitting in the seat next to him. He doesn’t think any of them can tell that he’s completely falling apart.
That he’s five seconds from falling to his knees and sobbing like a baby.
He just has his carry-on which he’s thankful for.
Because it means that when he gets through security and sees Kevin standing there, Mike Carden silent and glowering next to him, that Kevin can wrap him up in a tight hug and be his big brother and Joe doesn’t need to worry that someone is stealing his luggage down in baggage claim.
It means that he can shatter a little bit knowing Kevin is there to keep him from shattering all the way and that his underwear won’t end up on eBay again.
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He calls Taylor.
“It’s okay,” Taylor says. “We knew this wouldn’t be easy.”
“They did an interview, dad called someone and they put him in touch with a reporter and…”
Joe had gotten the word that morning; his one publicist that hadn’t bailed on him when he’d told her what he planned to do, she’d called to give him the heads up.
“Joe,” Taylor says.
“I’m sorry,” he says.
He’s curled up in the spare bedroom at Kevin’s. He doesn’t want to say he’s hiding out, but he’s hiding out.
He’s a coward.
He hears clicking on the other end of the phone and he asks, “what are you doing?”
“Making plane reservations, I’m going to put you on speaker when I’m done so I can go pack.”
“You don’t have to…”
“Joe, you’re not doing this by yourself, there’s two of us this in this relationship. You think I’m going to let you hide out somewhere where I’m not hiding out as well? Besides you know as well as I do that they’re going to put two and two together and figure out who your boyfriend is pretty quickly. It’s not like we’ve been discreet or anything.”
Joe laughs a little, he’s pretty sure that nobody is going to need to put two and two together, he’s pretty sure that his parents have already done the math for the world and their interview is going to show their work.
“That’s what you get for blowing me in a bathroom two hours after we met.”
“You were hot and kept looking like I was going to beat the hell out of you any second.”
“So you decided to keep me on my toes by making out with me in random bathrooms?”
Taylor laughs at him.
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Kevin goes to work and Joe watches a never-ending cycle of daytime talk shows. The ones that are airing live he turns the channel whenever he hears his name get mentioned.
He doesn’t want to know what people are saying about him yet. He’s not sure if he’s ready to find out if he’s the punch line of a new joke.
Been there, done that, has three t-shirts, only one of them custom made to prove it.
Taylor calls his cell while he’s running for his plane, Joe’s pretty sure that he made, mostly because Taylor doesn’t call back bitching about flights leaving on time instead of perpetually late.
Kevin’s phone rings and Joe peers at the caller ID, it’s his parents again, they’ve called four times. Probably to find out if Kevin has taken Joe in off the street.
Joe kind of wants to answer it and say ‘yes, he did, now fuck off,’ but he doesn’t.
The phone stops ringing and then starts again almost immediately.
He answers it because it comes up ‘Carden’ on the caller ID screen.
“He’s at work,” he says. He hears a chuckle on the other end, it doesn’t sound like Mike’s. Not that he’s interacted enough with Mike to be able to tell really tell.
“That’s good to know, but this is Bill and I was calling to check on you young Mr. Jonas,” William Beckett sounds vastly amused.
“I’m okay,” Joe says. William makes a noise that Joe takes to mean that he doesn’t believe him.
“I am,” Joe says, he puts a little more force behind his words.
“You’re not,” William says. “But I’m sure that you will be once your Taylor shows up.”
Joe bites his lip, he hasn’t had the nerve to look at the interview that his parents had given, he knows that they outed Taylor and he hopes that he flew first class instead of coach.
“I’m assuming he’s on a plane already; if he’s not you need to let us know so that we can send someone to retrieve him.”
“He called me from the airport,” Joe says, William makes a noise of approval.
“Good, now you’ll need to let Kevin know that we’ll be coming by early this evening. We’ll bring pizza and beverages and movies and games.”
“You could always call him at work,” Joe says.
“You’ll pass along the message; we’ll see you in a bit. Call us if Taylor disappears midroute, we’ll send out a search party.”
Joe grins, despite himself and hangs up.
He pulls the blanket tighter around him and stares at the TV.
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There’s a knock at the door at a little past three, Joe doesn’t peer through the peephole but only because Curtis at the door had called to ask if it was okay to send him up.
Taylor looks a little frazzled when Joe opens the door, but he also looks good and familiar and Joe lets him walk into the apartment and manages to shut the door behind him before he latches onto him.
He doesn’t think he’s ever going to be able to let go.
He’s given up his family for Taylor, given up his mom and dad and he’s still got Kevin and he has Nick and Miley, and he’ll have Frankie once Frankie is allowed to make his own choices.
But he doesn’t have parents anymore, that’s what they’d told him, those are the words that his father spat at him and his mother cried. If he chose to be with Taylor he had no parents.
He knows they weren’t bluffing, a part of him is hoping they were.
That they’ll call and say their sorry and tell him he can come home and that he’s welcome to bring Taylor.
They won’t.
Taylor just holds him tightly and doesn’t say anything about how Joe has apparently turned into a giant sissy girl and is crying against his shoulder.
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They put Taylor’s bag in the room that Joe has appropriated and they curl up on the couch, Taylor finds an action movie on TNT, he leans against the arm of the couch and opens his arms. Joe fits him into the side of Taylor’s body, into the space that he’s made his and he stares at the TV.
Taylor has his cell on the arm of the couch and periodically Joe can feel him shift, he doesn’t answer it when it vibrates, just presses ignore. He thinks that’s why it surprises him when Taylor stares at the screen and then accepts a call.
“Hey,” Taylor’s voice is soft and friendly, not a reporter then, a friend or family. Taylor’s family has known about him for going on two months.
His arm is over Joe’s shoulder and his fingers are rubbing against his arm in a rhythmic, soothing motion. They’re sitting close enough together that Joe can hear that that it’s a mans voice on the other end.
“I’m surprised they actually managed to track you down for a comment,” Taylor says. “I kind of figured if they were going to go to all the trouble it would be to find out who exactly you took on your little European getaway with you,” Taylor laughs. “You’re not going to be able to pull that off forever.”
Rob then, Joe closes his eyes. Let’s Taylor’s voice wash over him. He thinks he maybe falls asleep, because when he opens his eyes again Taylor’s not on the phone anymore and there’s a blanket over his legs.
He hears the front door open, close and Kevin is standing there, looking worn and tired. He smiles at Taylor and runs a hand over Joe’s head. Joe tells him about William Beckett’s phone call and something in Kevin’s face brightens.
Joe tilts his head into Taylor’s shoulder and smiles softly when he presses a kiss to his temple.
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Joe has no clue that Kevin had planned to out himself.
He had no clue and Kevin can’t keep secrets to save his life, he wears his heart on his sleeve for all and sundry to see so he thinks he can be excused for being a little surprised.
He’s watching daytime TV again, it’s been over a week, they’ve settled into something like a routine and Joe has replaced the sheets on the bed in the guestroom with better sheets that don’t make his skin itch. He has sensitive skin, Taylor and Kevin only laugh at him a little bit.
Taylor is fixing breakfast and it’s smelling really fantastic but Joe knows from experience that if he goes into the kitchen before Taylor calls him in that he’ll get glared at.
He’s still kind of fragile emotionally; Taylor glaring at him might break him.
It’s not his name; it’s why he doesn’t change the channels even though he has the remote in hand.
His eyes widen and widen and Kelly Ripa is holding up a copy of the People magazine that’s apparently going to hit the newsstands that week.
Kevin is on the cover and Kelly is talking about how the Jonas brothers are apparently having a banner month; how two of them have now come out and one of them has got a pop princess pregnant and how no one is really sure if the fourth one really exists.
Frankie exists, Frankie is the best of all of them the world just doesn’t know that yet.
“Taylor!” Joe shouts, he surges to his feet and starts patting down his pocket for his cell. “Taylor!”
Taylor comes running out of the kitchen, he’s holding a spatula in one hand and looks prepared to do battle.
“Joe,” he sighs, he turns on his heel to go back into the kitchen. “We’ve talked about the yelling like someone is murdering you.”
“Did you know that Kevin was coming out?”
Taylor turns back around, stares at him. “What?”
Joe finally finds his cell and goes into his address book, Kevin’s number is busy.
“We live here, how the heck did he manage to keep it secret that he was doing this?”
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Kevin actually doesn’t look bad when he walks through the door, Joe’s waiting for him, has a soda in one hand and Taylor had made a blueberry cheesecake for dessert (Kevin’s favorite, Joe’s too, but Taylor had very pointedly told him that he made it for Kevin) and Mike is already on his way over along with his band again.
Joe lets him close the door, lets him put his bag down and pull off his coat and hang it up, then he wraps his arms around his brother and he might not let go, ever.
Taylor is standing right behind him as Kevin’s arms go around him in return.
“Nick’s called like fifteen times,” Joe says, his voice is muffled by Kevin’s shoulder and he doesn’t let go at the knock at the door, just shuffles back three steps so Taylor can squeeze his shoulder as he goes around him to open it. “Frankie called three times from a friend’s house. You should have told us you were going to…”
“I just wanted to be brave like you guys, I didn’t want to be the Jonas that was a complete hypocrite, I didn’t want to be the one that took his brother in after their parents tore him apart but couldn’t be bothered to come out himself,” Kevin draws back, looks at Joe, then leans forward and kisses his forehead.
Over Kevin’s shoulder Joe can see Taylor and Mike standing together, William is leaning against the door.
“I just wanted you to be as proud of me as I am of you.”
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There might be a prequel to this (actually there’s no ‘might’ about it, it’s pretty much done). And eventually I’d like to get around to actually writing about Nick & Miley, instead of vaguely mentioning them.
TITLE: Half a Jones - 2
AUTHOR: Melanie
RATING: R - For language and sexual innuendo.
PAIRING: Joe/Taylor, Kevin/Mike, Nick/Miley
SUMMARY: Where Joe has a Taylor, but not the one that his parents want him to have, Kevin is still only half a son, Nick and Miley are nowhere to be seen & Frankie might not exist.
DISCLAIMER: If you recognize your own name or names of your siblings / bandmates you need to hit the back button and go away, no really, I’ll wait.
Half a Jonas - 2
Later, after Kevin listens to Bill’s gossiping and reads one too many magazine articles, Kevin will ask him, with a pained expression on his face, “How exactly did you guys meet?” and Joe will kind of lie to him.
Spinning a fanciful story of the Taylors and Joe and an unlikely kind of romance between the three that breaks down to just two.
Because even though Kevin is his big brother, even though Kevin had stood up to their parents and dumped Danielle after she’d admitted she was only in it for the money, even though Kevin had dated Zac for months and kept it completely secret, after all that Kevin is a prude and kind of innocent for being in his twenties.
There’s no way that he’s ever going to tell his prudish, innocent big brother that they met because Taylor gave him a blow job in the men’s room at a party that he’d only been invited to because he and other Taylor were trying to prove they could play nice.
He loves his brother; he doesn’t want to be party to killing him.
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Joe doesn’t think to call anyone but Kevin. Nick is already hiding out with Miley and dealing with his own thing and anyway, Joe really needs his big brother.
Kevin picks up the phone and he sits there while Joe breathes, and tries not to cry. He’s in public, he’s alone in public and there’s two girls with heads bent together that keep looking over at him and he can’t deal with fans right now.
He can’t.
He keeps his head bent and he says, “It’s done, I don’t…”
It takes him a few minutes but he manages to tell Kevin what mom and dad said, he doesn’t tell him that he thinks that he’s dying. He thinks Kevin knows anyway.
Kevin tells him to come to him and Joe agrees because honestly, he doesn’t have anywhere else to go.
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Joe is pretty sure that he’s managed to get his public face back on. He signs a couple of autographs on the plane and he has a conversation with the man sitting in the seat next to him. He doesn’t think any of them can tell that he’s completely falling apart.
That he’s five seconds from falling to his knees and sobbing like a baby.
He just has his carry-on which he’s thankful for.
Because it means that when he gets through security and sees Kevin standing there, Mike Carden silent and glowering next to him, that Kevin can wrap him up in a tight hug and be his big brother and Joe doesn’t need to worry that someone is stealing his luggage down in baggage claim.
It means that he can shatter a little bit knowing Kevin is there to keep him from shattering all the way and that his underwear won’t end up on eBay again.
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He calls Taylor.
“It’s okay,” Taylor says. “We knew this wouldn’t be easy.”
“They did an interview, dad called someone and they put him in touch with a reporter and…”
Joe had gotten the word that morning; his one publicist that hadn’t bailed on him when he’d told her what he planned to do, she’d called to give him the heads up.
“Joe,” Taylor says.
“I’m sorry,” he says.
He’s curled up in the spare bedroom at Kevin’s. He doesn’t want to say he’s hiding out, but he’s hiding out.
He’s a coward.
He hears clicking on the other end of the phone and he asks, “what are you doing?”
“Making plane reservations, I’m going to put you on speaker when I’m done so I can go pack.”
“You don’t have to…”
“Joe, you’re not doing this by yourself, there’s two of us this in this relationship. You think I’m going to let you hide out somewhere where I’m not hiding out as well? Besides you know as well as I do that they’re going to put two and two together and figure out who your boyfriend is pretty quickly. It’s not like we’ve been discreet or anything.”
Joe laughs a little, he’s pretty sure that nobody is going to need to put two and two together, he’s pretty sure that his parents have already done the math for the world and their interview is going to show their work.
“That’s what you get for blowing me in a bathroom two hours after we met.”
“You were hot and kept looking like I was going to beat the hell out of you any second.”
“So you decided to keep me on my toes by making out with me in random bathrooms?”
Taylor laughs at him.
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Kevin goes to work and Joe watches a never-ending cycle of daytime talk shows. The ones that are airing live he turns the channel whenever he hears his name get mentioned.
He doesn’t want to know what people are saying about him yet. He’s not sure if he’s ready to find out if he’s the punch line of a new joke.
Been there, done that, has three t-shirts, only one of them custom made to prove it.
Taylor calls his cell while he’s running for his plane, Joe’s pretty sure that he made, mostly because Taylor doesn’t call back bitching about flights leaving on time instead of perpetually late.
Kevin’s phone rings and Joe peers at the caller ID, it’s his parents again, they’ve called four times. Probably to find out if Kevin has taken Joe in off the street.
Joe kind of wants to answer it and say ‘yes, he did, now fuck off,’ but he doesn’t.
The phone stops ringing and then starts again almost immediately.
He answers it because it comes up ‘Carden’ on the caller ID screen.
“He’s at work,” he says. He hears a chuckle on the other end, it doesn’t sound like Mike’s. Not that he’s interacted enough with Mike to be able to tell really tell.
“That’s good to know, but this is Bill and I was calling to check on you young Mr. Jonas,” William Beckett sounds vastly amused.
“I’m okay,” Joe says. William makes a noise that Joe takes to mean that he doesn’t believe him.
“I am,” Joe says, he puts a little more force behind his words.
“You’re not,” William says. “But I’m sure that you will be once your Taylor shows up.”
Joe bites his lip, he hasn’t had the nerve to look at the interview that his parents had given, he knows that they outed Taylor and he hopes that he flew first class instead of coach.
“I’m assuming he’s on a plane already; if he’s not you need to let us know so that we can send someone to retrieve him.”
“He called me from the airport,” Joe says, William makes a noise of approval.
“Good, now you’ll need to let Kevin know that we’ll be coming by early this evening. We’ll bring pizza and beverages and movies and games.”
“You could always call him at work,” Joe says.
“You’ll pass along the message; we’ll see you in a bit. Call us if Taylor disappears midroute, we’ll send out a search party.”
Joe grins, despite himself and hangs up.
He pulls the blanket tighter around him and stares at the TV.
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There’s a knock at the door at a little past three, Joe doesn’t peer through the peephole but only because Curtis at the door had called to ask if it was okay to send him up.
Taylor looks a little frazzled when Joe opens the door, but he also looks good and familiar and Joe lets him walk into the apartment and manages to shut the door behind him before he latches onto him.
He doesn’t think he’s ever going to be able to let go.
He’s given up his family for Taylor, given up his mom and dad and he’s still got Kevin and he has Nick and Miley, and he’ll have Frankie once Frankie is allowed to make his own choices.
But he doesn’t have parents anymore, that’s what they’d told him, those are the words that his father spat at him and his mother cried. If he chose to be with Taylor he had no parents.
He knows they weren’t bluffing, a part of him is hoping they were.
That they’ll call and say their sorry and tell him he can come home and that he’s welcome to bring Taylor.
They won’t.
Taylor just holds him tightly and doesn’t say anything about how Joe has apparently turned into a giant sissy girl and is crying against his shoulder.
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They put Taylor’s bag in the room that Joe has appropriated and they curl up on the couch, Taylor finds an action movie on TNT, he leans against the arm of the couch and opens his arms. Joe fits him into the side of Taylor’s body, into the space that he’s made his and he stares at the TV.
Taylor has his cell on the arm of the couch and periodically Joe can feel him shift, he doesn’t answer it when it vibrates, just presses ignore. He thinks that’s why it surprises him when Taylor stares at the screen and then accepts a call.
“Hey,” Taylor’s voice is soft and friendly, not a reporter then, a friend or family. Taylor’s family has known about him for going on two months.
His arm is over Joe’s shoulder and his fingers are rubbing against his arm in a rhythmic, soothing motion. They’re sitting close enough together that Joe can hear that that it’s a mans voice on the other end.
“I’m surprised they actually managed to track you down for a comment,” Taylor says. “I kind of figured if they were going to go to all the trouble it would be to find out who exactly you took on your little European getaway with you,” Taylor laughs. “You’re not going to be able to pull that off forever.”
Rob then, Joe closes his eyes. Let’s Taylor’s voice wash over him. He thinks he maybe falls asleep, because when he opens his eyes again Taylor’s not on the phone anymore and there’s a blanket over his legs.
He hears the front door open, close and Kevin is standing there, looking worn and tired. He smiles at Taylor and runs a hand over Joe’s head. Joe tells him about William Beckett’s phone call and something in Kevin’s face brightens.
Joe tilts his head into Taylor’s shoulder and smiles softly when he presses a kiss to his temple.
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Joe has no clue that Kevin had planned to out himself.
He had no clue and Kevin can’t keep secrets to save his life, he wears his heart on his sleeve for all and sundry to see so he thinks he can be excused for being a little surprised.
He’s watching daytime TV again, it’s been over a week, they’ve settled into something like a routine and Joe has replaced the sheets on the bed in the guestroom with better sheets that don’t make his skin itch. He has sensitive skin, Taylor and Kevin only laugh at him a little bit.
Taylor is fixing breakfast and it’s smelling really fantastic but Joe knows from experience that if he goes into the kitchen before Taylor calls him in that he’ll get glared at.
He’s still kind of fragile emotionally; Taylor glaring at him might break him.
It’s not his name; it’s why he doesn’t change the channels even though he has the remote in hand.
His eyes widen and widen and Kelly Ripa is holding up a copy of the People magazine that’s apparently going to hit the newsstands that week.
Kevin is on the cover and Kelly is talking about how the Jonas brothers are apparently having a banner month; how two of them have now come out and one of them has got a pop princess pregnant and how no one is really sure if the fourth one really exists.
Frankie exists, Frankie is the best of all of them the world just doesn’t know that yet.
“Taylor!” Joe shouts, he surges to his feet and starts patting down his pocket for his cell. “Taylor!”
Taylor comes running out of the kitchen, he’s holding a spatula in one hand and looks prepared to do battle.
“Joe,” he sighs, he turns on his heel to go back into the kitchen. “We’ve talked about the yelling like someone is murdering you.”
“Did you know that Kevin was coming out?”
Taylor turns back around, stares at him. “What?”
Joe finally finds his cell and goes into his address book, Kevin’s number is busy.
“We live here, how the heck did he manage to keep it secret that he was doing this?”
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Kevin actually doesn’t look bad when he walks through the door, Joe’s waiting for him, has a soda in one hand and Taylor had made a blueberry cheesecake for dessert (Kevin’s favorite, Joe’s too, but Taylor had very pointedly told him that he made it for Kevin) and Mike is already on his way over along with his band again.
Joe lets him close the door, lets him put his bag down and pull off his coat and hang it up, then he wraps his arms around his brother and he might not let go, ever.
Taylor is standing right behind him as Kevin’s arms go around him in return.
“Nick’s called like fifteen times,” Joe says, his voice is muffled by Kevin’s shoulder and he doesn’t let go at the knock at the door, just shuffles back three steps so Taylor can squeeze his shoulder as he goes around him to open it. “Frankie called three times from a friend’s house. You should have told us you were going to…”
“I just wanted to be brave like you guys, I didn’t want to be the Jonas that was a complete hypocrite, I didn’t want to be the one that took his brother in after their parents tore him apart but couldn’t be bothered to come out himself,” Kevin draws back, looks at Joe, then leans forward and kisses his forehead.
Over Kevin’s shoulder Joe can see Taylor and Mike standing together, William is leaning against the door.
“I just wanted you to be as proud of me as I am of you.”
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