Eitan shook his head, dropped his crutches in a clatter. Hopped over to Akiva and wrapped his arms around him. “We’re not…” Akiva trailed off. Breathed into the clean fabric of Eitan’s shirt. “People might see.” “They might see what?” Eitan’s mouth was close to his ear. His hands gripped Akiva’s shirt. He hugged him, hard, the kind of hug that you were meant to collapse into.
