His kid brother, Thompson, sat on a park bench holding a hand-drawn doll mask, staring blankly into space. He had the distinct look of a guy who'd been thoroughly devastated by love.
They really were brothers.
His own meal ticket had been snatched away, lock, stock, and barrel.
It looked like his kid brother had also been dumped, huh.
Amused, Dean walked over and patted Thompson on the shoulder. "Buddy, are you trying to act out a 'heartbroken man' scene here?"
Thompson didn't even look up. "Is it that obvious?" he mumbled, his voice lacking energy. "Guess I'll have to stay out here a bit longer before I head back."
"Alright, as the smartest member of our family, your current act tells me your girlfriend must have been stolen by someone else."
Dean sympathetically wrapped an arm around Thompson's shoulder.
Was this his own bad karma coming back to haunt his kid brother?
