“Eventually, he said, "I still don't entirely understand why you would, but I'm yours, if you want me. I have been for a while." He shut his eyes when he said it, and hoped Eli understood what he meant.
Eli curled up bonelessly against him, forehead on his shoulder, one leg draped over Laz's hips. "Wow," he said after a moment. "That was hardly self-deprecating at all. We'll make an optimist of you yet.”
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E.H. Lupton,
Lazarus, Home from the War