“At first I was embarrassed because they were all looking,” I admit, reaching to tilt his chin up to see me. I stroke his jaw with a bent finger before dropping my hand back to my lap. “But then, after you went to bed, I got a little bit high—” Caleb’s face crumples into an amused look of confusion. “More on that later,” I interject. “And I realized I was actually feeling relieved. You got angry with me for real. Of course, it didn’t feel great in the moment but I’m glad that you expressed yourself instead of sitting with it alone. You trusted me to see your anger and not shield me from it.”
