JEREMY POV

He looked better today than he had at the hospital.

Color had returned to his face, some of the strength back in the way he carried himself as he walked into the living room of his own house, no longer dependent on Silvio's hand at his elbow to guide him from one place to another. I watched him settle into the largest chair in the room - the one positioned like a throne, deliberately or not - and found myself studying him the way I imagined he'd been studying me since the moment we first met.

"You look stronger." I said, taking the seat across from him.

"I...