He didn’t really want Brent toknow. He liked to be the strong one, the problem-solver, carefree and wise and settled in his life, because that was what people expected of him.
The fact that none of it was true didn’t mean he could drop the façade. He didn’t have a lot to offer, but hecouldgive the people he loved peace of mind that he’d always be okay.
It didn’t matter whether or not that was true.
Brent squeezed his hand, and Riley’s heart sank. He knew. And now he’d worry.
“I’m here for you too, you know.”
Riley shifted his weight in the car seat. That was nice to hear, and he couldn’t stop himself from liking it. Even if he felt guilty.
“I know,” he murmured. Riley believed that. He believed that Brent would jump to take care of him if he so much as asked.
But Brent had been asked too much already. Riley hated the thought of putting more weight on his already overburdened shoulders.
“We should get out of here before Emily comes down and sees me crying in the car,” Brent said.
“Do you want me to drive? You could take a nap. It’s been a long day.”
“Would you?” Brent asked, his face hopeful.
Riley opened the car door and climbed out without a pause. “I’d love to.”
Maybe if he could get Brent to lean on him a little, they’d both be okay.
