“Hi, Sol,” he mumbles, his hot breaths falling against Sol’s neck in turn. “It’s nice to meet you.” Sol didn’t think it was possible to hold onto Yohan any more than he did, however, he does. And Yohan caresses the back of his head. Yohan presses his lips to Sol’s eyelid where Sol’s tear slips down across his mouth. Sol makes a fist in Yohan’s shirt. And he exists. He exists. He exists.
