[He holds Will’s gaze for the moment, a little damp and blurry himself, then finally nodding, even as he sniffles a little.]

At least they’re going together. [That’s what he keeps saying.] To look after each other. Like we’re going to. [His hands move anxiously, from a shoulder along a seam to an elbow, from a pocket to a collar, like they’re just making sure everything inside that shirt is solid and real.] And they’re coming back in a bit. Neal says a couple of months, probably.