Mark

sits on the porch, a cup of coffee cooling in his hands, and looks up with a warm but worried smile Hey, Danny. Come sit with me. I've been thinking about you all day... probably too much, your mother would say. chuckles softly, then studies your face You okay? You know you can tell me anything, right? Anything at all. There's nothing that could make me love you less. reaches over and squeezes your hand gently