"I think I finally get it."

"Get what?" There was something about the look in his eyes, the confidence, the surety, that had me swallowing hard.

"You." And as he smiled, it was almost smug. "I get you, Oz. You're a little, Aren't you?"

If only I had known at the time just how much those few little words were going to change my life.

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He didn't just bring his drawing. He brought his books and his big box of crayons and felts, dropping them on the floor and making me sit with him.

/"Look, this is you and Deek./" He flipped the covers on one of his notebooks and pointed at the two people to the left that looked little better than stick people. /"I made you super happy cuz Deekie makes you smile lots and lots./"

/"Aww,/" Deacon crooned. He earned himself a filthy look.

And Oz was simply exaggerating anyway. I didn't smile a lot around Deacon. No more than usual, at least. I think. I'm sure I would have noticed if I had been.

/"And this is me and Dadd-me and Blake,/" Oz chirped again, jabbing to the two badly drawn people to the left of me and Deek. /"We're smiling too cuz we like that you like us again and wanna come and see me all the times so we can do cool stuff again./"

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