Wes curled into his dad’s hold, and Graham held him, wrapping his hand around the back of Wes’s neck as he whispered into his ear. Justin saw the shape of his lips, saw Graham tell Wes he was so proud, and that he loved him, and that Wes had grown into the man he’d always dreamed Wes would be. And again, that he was proud, so damn proud, of who Wes was.
