scene thirty-one - safe - year eight

They didn’t remember ever feeling this… warm? Could they call it warmth? They were almost certain it wasn’t a physical feeling, but it was certainly some sort of feeling, spreading around the strip of their back where his arm was clutching them, and blossoming deep inside their skull. Whatever it was, it was coming from him. Maybe he didn’t realise that he was the centre of this heated energy, but he was.