“You like taking care of people,” Caleb said, and it wasn’t a question. Peter sucked in a breath. “I haven’t thought about it. I guess so?” “It isn’t a bad thing.” Caleb knelt on the bed. “Why do you look like I’ve insulted you?” “I just—it sounds weak, doesn’t it?” Peter asked, not meeting Caleb’s eyes. “What it sounds like is that your father’s an asshole,” Caleb said.
