“What are you doing?” I grumble as I wipe at my watery eyes, no doubt smudged with mascara. “Taking care of you,” he replies without even looking my way. His tone says that I just asked him a stupid question. “That’s fine. I can take care of myself.” “I know you can, but you don’t have to because I’m here to help.” He says it so matter-of-factly. Like doing this for someone is the most obvious thing in the world. And I wonder if, for him, maybe it is.
Cade🥹🩷
