[ Always fit so perfectly, two halves of a whole. They were so close until they were wrenched apart. Ezra presses closer, swallowing a lump in his throat. ]

That's what it felt like. [ Squeeze. ] So if you need my blood, you can take it. It's not even a question.

[ He tangles their fingers together with a hoarse little chuckle. Vice grip, like when they were boys. Scooting into each other's beds when they had scary dreams. ]

At least we're the only ones who have to deal with our own brand of bullshit.