“Doing okay?” Brett murmured in Rylan’s ear.
Nodding once, Rylan whispered, “Yes…sir. Better, sir.”
“Do you feel you can handle the stairs?”
“Yes, sir. That’s where the bed is, sir.”
Brett shifted Rylan’s weight forward again so he could brace himself against the couch. Taking a few steps to the side, Brett grabbed Rylan’s cane then moved closer and took Rylan’s arm to steady him while he positioned the cane.
Once they reached the base of the stairs and Brett took Rylan’s cane. For some reason Brett never questioned there were wide, wooden railings on both sides of the steps. He’d never changed it because the look was interesting and he liked it.