[ What a dumb baby brother. Elijah smiles softly, bringing his hands up to press them over Ezra's. Yep, they still fit together like they used to. How many times did Ezra pull him close and beg him not to leave? How many times did they stay close, knowing it was just them versus the rest of the world? It's deeply nostalgic. Elijah doesn't quite have the words, but it helps that they don't really need them when they're sharing the same blood and staying this close. ]

I can somewhat relate. I may not have known with certainty back then, but when you'd been shot, I... it was like having my soul ripped from me.

[ He didn't even believe in souls at one point, so this is your big bro admitting he was maybe scared and confused and deeply upset. ]

We're a bit fucked up, aren't we?

[ He says that, but he grips Ezra tighter, lacing their fingers. Sorry, there's no escaping now. ]