Suddenly, it made sense. It was almost a relief, really, to know exactly what he was worth. Not to be Hakan’s partner, or boyfriend, or husband, or mate. He was enough to be a friend. A casual fuck. No more than that. His place in Hakan’s life echoed almost exactly his relationship with the Salgados as a whole. He was worth being fostered, being taken care of, being loved, even, but not being an official member of the family. Of the pack.
Heartbreaking to feel the continued sense of not being worthy.
