Zee seemed to read my mind. “Well, mine would. You could come too; they’d like you.” The last few words were so quiet they were almost unrecognizable. Zee’s chin slowly dropped until it hit his chest, his breathing growing heavier and steadier. “Dream on, Zee,” I said gently. “We’re on our own now.” I lifted a hand and rested it on his shoulder, shaking him gently.
