[ His shoulders curl in with his tickled little laugh. Maker. Talk about getting more than he deserves. ]

Maybe not.

[ And that's an awful thought. ]

I have never believed in soul mates—have you? People being meant for one another, I never thought it was sweet. I thought, how terrifying, not to have any say. Like in the stories when someone is pulled toward someone who is awful for them, over and over again. Or to think if you don't find yours, if you find someone else you like well enough instead, it won't be as good. Nothing you do will ever make it as good. That's awful.

[ He moves close enough to By to walk with his cheek against his shoulder, for a few steps. It requires slowing down. At this rate they'll make it to lunch by dinner. ]

But now it's hard to imagine I wouldn't feel you missing.