He wasn’t looking at her or the painting, but smiling softly into space. “I was never able to hold Max. Not when he was a baby, not now when he’s hurt or sad. But I still love him. He’s as much a son to me as Adrian is. So … thank you.” He met Nova’s gaze. “For trying to save him.” “Even if I had no idea what I was doing and really just ended up making things worse?” His smile broadened. “Even if.”
Simon is literally a super sweet cinnamon roll and I love it
