No more party. No money, no food, no family, no friends. He blew it. So he sucks it up, swallows his pride and goes home. Says he's sorry.
Brother finds out.
I get it. But I want to know what new lesson I'm supposed to learn from my 500th review of this story. We go astray. Every homilist asks me if I am asking for forgiveness, forgiving, or resenting the forgiveness. I admit it.