Wheeling Gull Isle rollin' with the homies

Killdeer watched on as Caracal spoke, his face melting like a popsicle in the sun. Blow by blow, whittling at his sense of reality.

I. . . He shook his head, swallowing. I don't have anybody. I wish I did. If my mom had someone, I'd let that happen. I mean, I did, man! 

Goddamn Germanicus.

I'd leave if she were happy, I swear, he said. But she's not. She needs me. And I can't leave her now.

His shoulders sagged. He suddenly felt alone. How did you end up with a babe, Caracal? he asked. I feel like everybody I've tried to. . .romance. . .has gone away.