Uh-huh. [Tommy doesn't ogle Eddie's legs when they're stretched out as she reaches for a lighter, but it's a near thing. He sparks the lighter and takes a deep pull, muscles not recently used but more than remembering a half-lifetime of habit. His eyelids fall as he exhales long and clean around his brother's name:] Joel. [The pipe is passed back.] Joel Corbin Balmaceda Miller.
[Tommy grins and sinks into the back of his chair; he can feel the weed already. He rolls his head toward Eddie, belatedly aware that he said "Ho-elle".] Joel. [Like Joe. With an 'L'. Like the pronunciation that his brother insisted on ever since turning fifteen.]
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[Tommy grins and sinks into the back of his chair; he can feel the weed already. He rolls his head toward Eddie, belatedly aware that he said "Ho-elle".] Joel. [Like Joe. With an 'L'. Like the pronunciation that his brother insisted on ever since turning fifteen.]