Stephen shook his head. "You don't have to do that for me. That wasn't why I said it. Anything that you like is fine with me, and again, it wasn't like you had better hours before the job."
Stephen rested his head on Adrian's shoulder, listening to him. "I don't know, Adrian. I'd like to see it, but it won't change anything, will it? He's never going to know, and nothing I tell a portrait will made a difference. I'm never going to do that with our children. They'll know that they are loved, and I don't care how dorky or sappy or embarrassing it is for them to hear it, but they'll know."
He kissed Adrian's back, and then took a deep breath. Maybe the club was really the perfect solution. There, his entire attention would be on Adrian, and he'd have to stop thinking about things that couldn't be solved. "Yes, getting up will move with getting dressed and leaving the house."