“That’s relationships, I guess.”
“It is,” Derek agreed. “So my advice, for what it’s worth, is simple. Just keep loving him. Let him love you. Be there for him when he needs it, and don’t be afraid to ask him for support back.” Derek put a hand on his shoulder. “Neither of you are perfect, but you’re perfect for each other. You’ll work through the hard stuff.”
Jameson smiled. “That I never doubted. And honestly, he makes it easy. I feel like…there’s a part of me that thrives on taking care of him—like that also takes care of me.”
Derek smiled. “You may not have the gene, but you were born to be an anchor.”
Jameson thought so, too. Or at least he was born to anchor Avery. He pushed away from the railing, clapped Derek on the shoulder, and turned back toward the house.
“Thanks.”
“Anytime. I mean that.”