[ Elijah is still high on the adrenaline, too scared and keyed up to really notice what's happening. The gunshots stun him to silence, and the hold—his brother's hold, is the only thing that manages to settle him down a bit. Ezra is here. He's safe. His other half, the part of him that aches and burns and kept him steady throughout all of this... he's here.
Elijah squeezes back. He can't unpack any of this either, but Ezra is here and that's good. It's good. It doesn't matter that these monsters hurt him and bit him and killed him. Ezra is here. ]
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Elijah squeezes back. He can't unpack any of this either, but Ezra is here and that's good. It's good. It doesn't matter that these monsters hurt him and bit him and killed him. Ezra is here. ]
You're late.