"Yeah." His eyes go to the window, to the miles and miles of deep blue ocean. He's thinking something.
The guy is the introspective type. He's always thinking something and he's never sharing it. I don't know how Kara can stand all that brooding and stoicism. And he's not even as bad as Pete is.
I really am surrounded by moody fuckers.
It must be that asshole. Willow's high school boyfriend was abusive. The night Drew found out he went to kill Bradley. I'm still not sure how he stopped himself from actually doing it.
I've seen the photos.
I'd have killed that asshole.
If I ever come across him, I will.
Drew looks me in the eyes, dead serious. "You're a good guy, Tom."
"I am?" I don't mean to sound so shocked, but I can't help it. Since when does Drew think of me as anything but an obnoxious, bossy sell out?
Not that I'd really deny any of the labels.
He should be glad I'm over-involved. He was doing everything he could to fuck things up with Kara. Without my help, there's no fucking way he'd be as happy as he is now.
Or as rich.
Drew may claim he'd rather have epic riffs than money, but he sure likes his expensive place in Santa Monica.
Though I can admit he doesn't really spend money on anything but his place and flying Kara out to visit.
"It shocks me too." Drew lets out an uneasy laugh. He shifts his weight to his other leg. "I'm trusting you with her."
I nod. It's not like she's his property or some shit, but I get how and why Drew feels responsible for Willow. Both of us would die to protect her.
As annoying as Drew can be, I'm glad he's looking out for Willow the way he is.
Hell, I'm even glad he's gonna be my brother in law.
But I'd rather he not know that.
"Take care of her, alright?" he says.
I nod. "I will."
His lips curl into a half smile. "Now, go. Make the most of your last night as a single man."
"I'm going to spend it sleeping with my fiancee."
"I don't want hear about that." He moves towards me and walks me to the door.
And he fucking hugs me goodbye.
It's weird.
But not bad.
Just fucking weird.
"You two belong together," he says.
I can't argue with that.