*It was a similar sort of comfort to the cat room, with elusive details dangling out of reach - the splinters of distant memories instead of a dull awareness draped with chemical haze.

As they tumbled onto the blanket, Kalluto passively sprawled, letting himself be overwhelmed, freeing the subtle tensions of his clinginess over the last few minutes.

With each breath, he felt numbed, long-standing pains float out of his body. With each thumping beat of his brother's heart, love poured in.*

Bit and pieces. Enough to make a picture.

*This was where he belonged.*