Holy shit. I swallowed, and I held out my hand to Tipid. The man stepped forward, and he pulled me into a hug. I could barely move. I couldn’t believe it. A wave of emotion swept over me, traveling up my legs, pausing at my chest, and moving its way to my head. I suppressed a sob. “I don’t know if it’ll be enough, brother,” Tipid whispered, grasping the back of my head and putting his forehead against my own. “But we’re here. We’ve been watching, and we couldn’t watch anymore. We’re here.” “Very touchy-feely, these Crest,” Donut said.
