Ken and I were both relatively silent the entire ride. He'd turned much more serious than he'd been earlier; I knew it was because he was aware I was going to make him have a talk with me about everything that's happened the last two-ish weeks.
The silence finally broke once we were inside and he gently laid himself down on his bed.
"Ken..." I trailed off, waiting for him to start talking.
"I know...I've made progress," he sighed out, looking conflicted. "However, I don't know if it's the progress you're looking for," he explained further.
"What do you mean?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. This wasn't for me, this was for him.
"I know that I can be the man that you need. I know that I can and will treat you better than anyone else ever could because I love you more than a
