You don’t have to be involved with my parents. Not if you don’t want to be. Yes, you’re the father, but you aren’t my boyfriend or husband. My family is my problem.” “I do,” he said, before he even realized what he was saying. “I do want to be involved. With all of it. We’re talking about really making this work, about making a . . . I don’t know if we’re talking about a family, not in the traditional sense, but we’re in this together, right?” “I guess.” “That means I get to help you with parent things, and other unpleasantness. And you have to know my brother.