"It's gross, not weird. Natural, not weird, but.. yes, unclean," the very thought of uncleanliness made Stephen squirm. He scrunched his nose again but dropped the subject best he could to keep himself from feeling ill and from her punching his gut.
Her admission of loving him was a good change of subject. Stephen didn't have many people that told him such a thing. His mother, on occasions, never his father and always Grandma Esther. The two people he loved to hear it from most were his Grandma and his Stephanie.
"I know it," he murmured quietly. "Love you too."
Then after a moment of silence he shifted an arm under his head.