Gray hesitated for a minute, his eyes darting between my hand and my eyes, his lips slightly parting.
"Wouldn't it be overwhelming?" He asked, his voice low. "He could be a little... stressed with everything that has happened and could just..."
"Stop making excuses, Gray. You want to see him. You are worried about him, and despite how he was conceived, you still care about him. You hate what Sylvia did to him. You know that."
He nodded slowly. "I do, but..." He slowly removed his hand from my grip, then pushed it back into his pocket. "I want to wait till I don't have to be dragged along."
I slowly nodded, understanding where he was coming from. It was best for both of them if he just let himself adjust to the complex feelings of the curveball he had thrown at him so suddenly.
I peek
