My chest aches and I rub at it even though I know it won’t help. Part of me wants to know that Joey is mine. I want to claim him, tell everyone to keep their damn hands off, but the other part of me wants to be his comfort. He puts so much pressure on himself that he doesn’t need, taking responsibility for other people, and I want to be the one he leans on when that burden is too heavy. I just want to hold him.
