Gaunt stepped closer, took him by the waist, drew him near. “Call me Sidney,” said Ellwood. “Sidney,” said Gaunt, so quickly, as if he had been waiting years to say it. His hands went to Ellwood’s face, the fingers creeping under the edge of Ellwood’s mask. He pressed their foreheads together. “This means I’m keeping you,” he added, his voice fierce with warning. As if it wasn’t exactly what Ellwood wanted to hear.
