Slowly, Jack settled down on the concrete beside Ethan’s cot. Ethan had always seemed larger than life, a fierce fighter, sleek and powerful on the outside and hiding quiet depths and a sun-bright core within. Now, lying on the cot, he seemed small, almost boyish, and his battered face made Jack’s stomach curl. He reached for Ethan, cupping his cheek. “I love you,” he breathed. “Know that. No matter what. I love you. And I’ll do anything for this love, Ethan. Anything.”
