Letting yourself be cared for

I felt like an evil person recently. The dynamic between a good friend and me has shifted recently, as we both admitted feelings for each other thanks to a deep emotional bond that makes us feel safe with each other. We're still trying to work things out, so we decided to try having a serious chat a couple weeks ago. I insisted we go to a café to chat. Of course, I didn't know he was going to spill his trauma to me. I wouldn't have taken him to a public place if I had known. But he did try suggesting going to a park instead, and all I wanted to do was get a matcha latte and avoid baking in the humidity. The most I could offer was going to somewhere next to a park, which we never ended up visiting. We were sitting across from each other, trying to understand how we could be so fond of each other but both be broken in different ways and unable (and perhaps unwilling) to define whatever this is between us. It came out of both nowhere and somewhere as he chronicled his upbringing and past…