“What it feel like,” Adam asked quietly, knowing full well the answer would never satisfy. “To have each other?” Samuel winced, but Isaiah broadened his chest. “Like it supposed to,” Isaiah said. Samuel shifted his foot back and forth on the ground, creating an arc in the dust. “But you not afraid they might tear you apart?” Adam could find no more delicate way to say it and thought they might appreciate his direct approach because it acknowledged their bond as a fact rather than a problem.
