“It only really feels like I’m back home when you greet me,” Jackson comments. “You’re the best at welcoming people.” Mark smiles as his heart stirs. Sometimes he wonders if Jackson feels the same way. There are days he thinks so, then there are others when he is sure that’s not the case and he’s reading too much into it. But he never dwells on that too much, because why even trying? It’s too complex. Too painful.