He chugs some of his soda. "Not here, I hope?"
"No. We're going to get a house."
He nods and shuffles back toward the stairway. "Good idea. You'll probably want to get a new bedroom set." He focuses on Asia and grins. "His bed has seen a ton of pussy. I wouldn’t want to be sleeping in that."
She visibly cringes, her cheeks reddening as her eyes meet mine awkwardly across the room. "Good to know," she says, her voice strained.
I shove my asshole brother up against the wall, and Asia jumps back away from us. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I seethe, my face inches from his. "That's my wife now, not some band slut."
He pushes me back. "What's your problem, Tal?"
"She doesn't need to hear that shit." I shove him again and then back away from him.
"She better get fucking used to it. We fuck chicks. That's what rock stars do."
The sound of the front door slamming makes us both turn. She just walked out.
"Thanks a lot, asshole," I growl. "Did you hafta fucking say that?"
"What's the big deal?"
"I'm trying to gain her trust, Mikah. This isn't exactly easy for her."
He smirks. "Well, maybe she should divorce you now, then, if she can't fucking deal with who you are."
I run my hand through my hair, hoping Asia isn't running away right now. "Whatever, bro," I throw back as I run to the front door to catch her. Thankfully, I find her sitting on the sidewalk out front, twirling a dandelion in her fingers.
"Hey, I'm sorry," I say when I reach her. "He's a sarcastic asshole."
"I guess we won't be living here," she mutters, then closes her eyes and blows on the dandelion, opening them again to watch its little seeds floating away in the breeze with a wistful expression on her face. I think she wants to float away too. Away from me.
I hold my hand out to her and pull her up when she puts her small hand in mine. "Definitely not, babe. Let's go visit your place."
"Can we just skip that? There's really no reason for us to go to my place. You're not gonna want to live there."
"No, I want to see where you live. And it’s in the guidelines. We're supposed to visit each other's homes."
She blows out a frustrated sigh. "I don't understand why we have to do this. It's a waste of time," she argues as we walk back to the truck. "Can't we just look for our own place?"