Sliseag rises to his full height as Sawyer settles in, and I back away for a better view. “Looks like you’ve been up there a time or two,” I call to him as he relaxes in the seat. “Feels like I never left,” he shouts down with a grin. “I can ride.” “You can ride,” I agree, my smile instant and wide. “Now, does it matter how you got there, or only that he chose you?” “You know the answer to that already.” His smile softens.
Im crying on the bus
