"I fucked up. I fucked up a whole lot. You're my brother--I spent most of my childhood raising you. You can't fucking say that I never gave a shit about you." Sam hissed. The pain as he breathed seemed to suggest that Jim had cracked at least one of his ribs. "I didn't decide to go after him. I was there, he was there... maybe if you gave him more attention, he wouldn't have kissed me first."