“I don’t feel like I do enough for you. You come to my games, and I take you to parking lots in the middle of nowhere.” “But I love that.” He cupped Wes’s jaw. Felt his muscles trembling. “Hey. I do. I love watching you play, and I love when we do this, or when it’s just you and me sitting on the hood of your car eating Wendy’s. I love everything we do together.”
