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Atticus began to regret ever telling Peregrine this stuff to begin with. Things were probably already complicated and messy enough for the Alpha male without this fucked-up little wrench being flung into the works. And considering how shaky things had been between the brothers in the months prior, Atticus wasn't entirely sure that what he was doing was the wisest choice for their relationship. He didn't want to lose his brother. But then, Perry had always wanted honesty from his brothers. Something told him that, no matter how much this sucked, and no matter what kind of fallout they ended up with afterward as a result of it, this was most definitely the lesser of two evils.

Perry wanted to know why Atticus hadn't ever said anything, and the darker brother shrugged. "I dunno, man. I thought maybe it was just a passing heat thing. And you seemed so happy with her, I didn't want to fuck things up for you guys." He inhaled deeply and then sighed out a breath, looking at his brother with sincere eyes. He felt like a gross and dirty asshole for the things he'd almost done with Hawkeye, but unfortunately, the past couldn't be changed now, and he hoped that Perry could forgive him.