Samuel tugged him out of the chair, and when he stood was engulfed in his warm embrace. Tristan sighed and closed his eyes. Samuel always knew what he needed. He held on and wondered how he could miss something that he never had. His father had always been completely peripheral to his life.
“What are you thinking?”
Tristan laughed. “How do you know I am thinking?”
“I can hear your mind working. It’s worse than talking, you know, thinking.”
Tristan pulled back to look up into Samuel’s sparkling blue green eyes. Eyes that were filled with love. 7