“I always feel like I’m at home when I’m with you.” The ache in his voice comes through. “It’s like a level of comfort that can’t be matched anywhere. Or by anyone. I don’t have to be on with you.” “On?” “I’m always someone to someone else. A dad. A son. A grandson. A performer. A meal ticket. With you, I can be just me. It’s one of the many reasons I love you.”
