"I already have enough doubts as it is. I can't have them from you too. I need you, man. To have my back." He pounced on those words, of course. "Doubts? Then why are you even doing this?" I said, "Not about him. About me. What if I'm not good enough for him? What if I can't be what he's going to need?" He stopped his pacing and his shoulders sagged. "Ox, you can't think like that." I snorted. "Yeah? It's actually pretty easy to." "Your father did this to you," he said with a scowl. "I should have kicked his ass when I had the chance." I looked up in surprise. "I don't like this," Gordo said. "At all. But I'm going to say it anyway, okay? Anyone should count their lucky stars if they got to call you their own."