Eli swallows and tries to console himself with the thought that, now, at least, Alex has Jeff. Alex has Kuzy. Alex has Rushy. Alex has him. Alex has him. Or. Eli has Alex? They have each other. Maybe it’s the realization of that responsibility, maybe it’s the fact that Eli doesn’t do emotions well, and there are a lot of them happening right now. Regardless, whatever it is, he finds himself saying: “Come with me. For Christmas, I mean. To Alabama. Come home with me.”
