“Yeah?” Cain’s chest was a little tight, and he wondered if it was possible to be crushed under the weight of your own happiness.
“Yeah.” Damon’s index finger found a line of words and traced it. “I was thinking about this quote, too. That as awful as the ends are, they’re what make the beginnings possible.”
Cain’s eyes widened. Poet-philosopher Damon was a new wrinkle, andfuck.He would never get tired of learning every facet of this man.
“The things your dad did, whatever his reasons, they were awful. The Seavers are gone, Bas and Cam lost their parents. There’s nothing we can do to change that, no way he, or anyone else can ever make it right. But what we do from here, howwego on, the beginning we make from it… that’s up to us.”
He met Cain’s eyes. “Both of us have had some pretty shit luck in the past, though I can say for sure my luck has changed since I met you.” He brushed the hair from Cain’s eyes. “I don’t know what is going to happen next. But I know that whatever the future holds, I want you with me. This is forever.”
Cain swallowed and nodded, pressing his lips to Damon’s with a promise in his kiss.
And later that day, when little Molly pushed Uncle Damon and Cain together to take a picture, no one had to remind him to smile, or to look happy. Cain had almost forgotten how to be anything else.
