Makai seemed to notice he was lost in his head and just waited it out with him. Eventually, when he could talk again, Emil said, “I have no idea how we’d work. With all the issues between us.”
Smiling sadly, Makai nodded. “Maybe we don’t. But there’s no way of knowing that, and there’s no rush.”
“Well given that we’ve known each other for less than a week….” Emil ducked his head and chuckled.
“True. But I’m glad we talked about this. I… I think it’s important. Less fucking up when we know things like this.”
“Yeah….” Emil looked at Makai until their gazes locked. “I will never talk to anyone about what we shared today. Not even to Evy.”
“I won’t tell a soul, I promise.” Makai looked serious, but then humor entered his eyes and he held a hand toward Emil. “Pinky promise.”
Laughing, even through the occasional wooziness in his stomach, Emil reached to hook his pinky through Makai’s.
They got up soon after and started toward the house.