Colin shrugged. “Maybe you’re the only family she needs?”
Colin hoped that was an okay thing to say. Maybe he should’t’ve even said it or anything at all. Dexter smiled, though; a nice, warm smile. Flowers in springtime.
“She’s nineteen now. Still with the family that had her since she was fifteen. They…sorta became her legal guardians even if they never could legally adopt her. Took her in and all. Nice people. Invite me over all the time, too.” He paused and said to Colin, “You don’t have that look in your eyes.”
“Look?”
“Yeah, that oh-poor-Dexter-I’ll-fix-you look.”
This was something Colin didn’t need any further explanation for. Instead of saying anything, he shrugged out of his hoodie and started slipping out of his top.
“What are you doing?”
Colin held his finger up to tell h
