"We can speak to them together," Caden says with a reassuring smile. They've always done well when presenting a united front to their parents. Perhaps this time will be no different. He watches his brother's face and listens to his fears, smiling a bit wanly. "Joel, I know what it looks like when love isn't returned. I've seen it myself."
There's an ache in his chest as he thinks of April. The way her face looked just before she turned away from Caden is forever etched in his memory. She was cruelly beautiful that day, just like every other day, and she had made turning away from him seem so easy.
He voice breaks just a little and he swallows hard, doing his best to smile through the pain. This is about his brother, after all. Caden's is an old wound that refuses to heal, mainly because he won't stop picking at it.
"That's not what I see when Spencer looks at you," Caden says quietly, nodding and squeezing Joel's shoulder. "He left his home and is dealing with all of this craziness just to be near you. His face lights up when you walk into a room. Your feelings are returned, brother. I would bet all the books in the library on it."
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There's an ache in his chest as he thinks of April. The way her face looked just before she turned away from Caden is forever etched in his memory. She was cruelly beautiful that day, just like every other day, and she had made turning away from him seem so easy.
He voice breaks just a little and he swallows hard, doing his best to smile through the pain. This is about his brother, after all. Caden's is an old wound that refuses to heal, mainly because he won't stop picking at it.
"That's not what I see when Spencer looks at you," Caden says quietly, nodding and squeezing Joel's shoulder. "He left his home and is dealing with all of this craziness just to be near you. His face lights up when you walk into a room. Your feelings are returned, brother. I would bet all the books in the library on it."