It doesn't surprise him much that Caden is the only one to say such a thing to him. His parents might have some kind of idea, he's seen the glances they have cast between one another, but neither of them seem willing to broach the topic and for that Joel has been grateful. Caden, though, always seems to know what he's thinking and feeling, and he's always been willing to talk about things their parents won't and that's why Joel has sought him out. He's always appreciated his brother's candor, especially when he himself has never had such an easy time being as open about his feelings. Having someone who can read him has been a benefit to him many times in his life.

"I have no idea what to do," he admits, rubbing a hand over his beard before he shakes his head and looks down at the grass between his boots. The sun is warm on his shoulders and he closes his eyes for a second before lifting his head and looking up at Caden again. "They have a dozen women lined up for me to choose from and I can't in good conscience pick a single one of them."

But he has responsibilities. They both do. Their parents have been good and kind, they've been loving and caring, they've given Joel and Caden everything they could possibly hope for. They deserve the same kind of attention in return. They deserve the respect of their eldest son fulfilling his duties.