He wanted to have a family, always. The Wealey family treated him very well, and those red-haired people seemed to really be his family.
He has a big and lively family, but he really wants a small family of his own.
They can scramble to prepare dinner together on Christmas Day, wrap themselves up in a big blanket and sit on the couch guessing who will do the dishes, and prepare gifts for their children late into the night. He hopes that when he wakes up in the morning, there will be someone beside him to leave warmth on the pillow, and he hopes that someone will kiss his forehead when he has a fever and a headache.
He has been waiting patiently for that person to come to him earlier, but he is already too tired.