“Am I going to spend the next four thousand years as a tiny, wrinkly bag of bones?” I coughed to mask the wheezing chuckle that tried to escape. “No. You will still age, but it’s like…” I tried to think of how to word it. “It has stretched to match your lifespan, and for me, it has contracted. Our lifespans have aligned to match perfectly.” I wrapped my arm around his shoulders to pull him closer. “We will be tiny, wrinkly bags of bones together when we are old.” Danny grinned up at me, resting his cheek briefly on my shoulder. “Is it weird how happy that makes me?” No. It wasn’t. Because the
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