The gun was on the floor and his pathetic attempt to kill Jerome had died before it even started. Regret was deep and overwhelming as his idiot brother noogied his head and the spit from the kiss was still on his cheek. Ugh. Repulsive.

"Jerome, please, get off me." He had to ask, maybe he could reason with the idiot. He was insane, yes, but he had -- had he matured? No. No, he was deluded. There was no reason here. "I will call the police."