"Well, no. Generally whenever anyone sees him he attacks or fuck's off."

He softens, and I swallow my snark. I understand his thought process, his need to grab on to any shred of hope he's offered that his brother may still be alive, even if it's only as alive as he and I are now.

"He's not." I have to be firm in this, I can't risk losing him. "You and I both know all the reasons why it just isn't possible."