“Of course not. They’ve got what they want—for now. But when all is said and done, like when they’re ready to settle down and adopt a bunch of babies or whatever, you’ll be the odd man out. And not because you’re not as smart or not as creative, but because you come from a completely different world. And because people move in pairs, Luke. Not trios, or foursomes, or amoebas or whatever the kids are claiming these days.” He scratched at his beard.
Luke moistened his lips. “Look, Uncle Bruce. I appreciate you’re looking out for me. And maybe you’re right. Maybe they’ll get tired of me. But for now, they make me feel like I’m part of something. I’ve never had that before. And I have to say, it feels pretty damn good. So maybe just…let me have this?”