“I love you. I love you for when you buy me chocolate and put it in my backpack as a surprise. For when we're having pizza, and you always get me an extra big glass of soda because you know the pepperoni makes me thirsty. I love you for how you hold my hand so tight when I'm scared. How you laugh at my jokes, and you make
me laugh. I love the way you never get mad when I mess up and cut a plank the wrong size. The way you always leave the last cookie for me."
Smiling, David shook his head. "But that stuff's nothing."
"No." Isaac brushed their lips together tenderly. "That stuff's everything.”
―
Keira Andrews,
A Way Home