“You can feel mine, can’t you?” James’s voice in his ear, soft as the touch. “You know I can.” He felt it when James walked into a room, felt it even when James was depleted, a guttering flame, and Will wanted to curl around him, and nurse that flame into blazing fire. “What does it feel like?” said James. “Like the sun. Or something brighter.” The truth, even as he was breathing shallowly. James had always had his complete, helpless attention.
